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Withdrawl!
Blah! its been over a week now since I have been able to sit on a motorcycle, stuck up here in northern Indiana visiting family and whatnot. I think I will have to turn to some sort of psycho masochist form of self-mutilation to help me get over these horrible times. Well maybe not, but I need something to feed my addiction for another 24 hours or so before I make it home and can get on two wheels again. I suppose a good part of this last week was not as bad as it could be simply because my Uncle lent me his 98 corvette to run around and play with (and use to pick up some cute country girls no doubt). So if anybody had noticed my cocky absence, that is why
![]() Btw, does anybody know of a fix to cure motorcycle addiction yet?
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......or if your a loser who drives a Civic with a type R sticker, racing stripes, blasting really bad rap music through your suburban area with your pretentious "I’m 21 but I’m still in high school girlfriend" while driving with your hand up on the top of the steering wheel exposing your underdeveloped pasty white vitamin deficient arm and wearing your backwards BS upside down visor hat while feeling the tacky as a "Florida vacation" single diamond earring in your ear, If you are this person...with any luck the sun in its precise celestial positioning as you putter on by...will reflect its scorching rays into your earring, bouncing intensely in your rearview, and finally making contact with your eyes through the thin cheap lense of $5 gas station Oakley rip off glasses.. then burning your retnal cones into smoldering melting gobs of ocular material as you are blinded by the purest form of energy in our known universe, and as you scream no one can help or hear you because they don’t know what’s going on since the weed whacker sound of your shitty tiny little muffler which makes the Civic sound like a 747 rages on underneath making everyone turn at disgust and comment to thier husbands or wives how much of a dickweed you are by attaching that automotive abnormality to your stock economical daily driver engineered by Japanese Automotive specialists to fit the needs for entry level business workers in their early 30's, however your pathetic looking $11,000 car which you want to look like a friggin spaceship with redundant ground effects is now out of control since you are blinded, and as your car plunges off the side of a cliff while you scream in the purest form of terror while knowing you have lived a horrid excuse for a life, by doing the bare minimum in every facet of existence, while getting fired from one pathetic job to another, the majority of your time spent slacking smoking dope, getting kicked out of school, polishing your "game" on sweet innocent underage girls you eventually 'de flower' through exhaustive yet succesful attempts to get the date rapist drugs you have stashed in the glove compartment, into your poor victims drinks while offering them to take the "Pepsi Challenge" while making your mother hate you, and your poor father who wishes he had a daughter instead of your pathetic ass, since a girl would be more of a man than you ever were, like the occasion when you were hit in the arm by a wild pitch in little league, then you cried like a fat kid who dropped his ice cream cone, I'm already envisioning you impacting the rocks below, in a spectacular fireball ignited from the residue hairspray from your girlfriend plastered in the fabric passenger seat, blinded by your earring, deafened by the loud "Bling Blingin", and I will smile and roll around on the ground in orgasmic delight while you are consumed by flames whose intense heat and fury will liquefy your bone marrow that I will use to make jelly beans out of and eat them happily at your funeral as midgets dressed like Alex 6005321 from "A Clockwork Orange" dance around your coffin to loud industrial style techno music and strobe lights, and I will sleep soundly at night knowing another successful conquest of Darwinism has been attained. |
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Only cure is to indulge in riding. Sorry.
As for me, I've been down with Strep throat for 3 days now, so I haven't been on a bike for as long... and I haven't RIDDEN in 3 weeks. Damn PA rain. That, and I need new tires (front and back) before I REALLY ride.
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Like a boy - but BETTER! 2005 Subaru Forester 2.5X 1997 Honda Civic EX Coupe Inform yourself: AF User Guidelines |
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That is the sadest thing I've ever read.
The only cures I know of are riding and death.
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My Stable: 2002 Yamaha YZF-R6 1988 Pontiac Fiero 1969 Pontiac Firebird I might get my '02 SS back.... |
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But hey, you guys don't know me so why does it matter what I say , right? |
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how sure are that death will be the end to riding? you never know whats out there.
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LOL, good point.
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My Stable: 2002 Yamaha YZF-R6 1988 Pontiac Fiero 1969 Pontiac Firebird I might get my '02 SS back.... |
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at least when you go back you can ride! here ive been suffering threw evenings of rain rain and more rain! last week i needed to ride so bad i went in the rain lol! a few of us met up at a local bike night soaked, but it was worth it!
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Hi jenny, and welcome to AF motorcycles forum. What kind of bike do ya ride?
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......or if your a loser who drives a Civic with a type R sticker, racing stripes, blasting really bad rap music through your suburban area with your pretentious "I’m 21 but I’m still in high school girlfriend" while driving with your hand up on the top of the steering wheel exposing your underdeveloped pasty white vitamin deficient arm and wearing your backwards BS upside down visor hat while feeling the tacky as a "Florida vacation" single diamond earring in your ear, If you are this person...with any luck the sun in its precise celestial positioning as you putter on by...will reflect its scorching rays into your earring, bouncing intensely in your rearview, and finally making contact with your eyes through the thin cheap lense of $5 gas station Oakley rip off glasses.. then burning your retnal cones into smoldering melting gobs of ocular material as you are blinded by the purest form of energy in our known universe, and as you scream no one can help or hear you because they don’t know what’s going on since the weed whacker sound of your shitty tiny little muffler which makes the Civic sound like a 747 rages on underneath making everyone turn at disgust and comment to thier husbands or wives how much of a dickweed you are by attaching that automotive abnormality to your stock economical daily driver engineered by Japanese Automotive specialists to fit the needs for entry level business workers in their early 30's, however your pathetic looking $11,000 car which you want to look like a friggin spaceship with redundant ground effects is now out of control since you are blinded, and as your car plunges off the side of a cliff while you scream in the purest form of terror while knowing you have lived a horrid excuse for a life, by doing the bare minimum in every facet of existence, while getting fired from one pathetic job to another, the majority of your time spent slacking smoking dope, getting kicked out of school, polishing your "game" on sweet innocent underage girls you eventually 'de flower' through exhaustive yet succesful attempts to get the date rapist drugs you have stashed in the glove compartment, into your poor victims drinks while offering them to take the "Pepsi Challenge" while making your mother hate you, and your poor father who wishes he had a daughter instead of your pathetic ass, since a girl would be more of a man than you ever were, like the occasion when you were hit in the arm by a wild pitch in little league, then you cried like a fat kid who dropped his ice cream cone, I'm already envisioning you impacting the rocks below, in a spectacular fireball ignited from the residue hairspray from your girlfriend plastered in the fabric passenger seat, blinded by your earring, deafened by the loud "Bling Blingin", and I will smile and roll around on the ground in orgasmic delight while you are consumed by flames whose intense heat and fury will liquefy your bone marrow that I will use to make jelly beans out of and eat them happily at your funeral as midgets dressed like Alex 6005321 from "A Clockwork Orange" dance around your coffin to loud industrial style techno music and strobe lights, and I will sleep soundly at night knowing another successful conquest of Darwinism has been attained. |
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thanks
i have a 2002 aprilia mille rsv
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hello jenny!
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Hi Jenny!
Welcome to our lil corner of the world. Youngstown, eh? Steelers or Browns??? hehehehe You should come down to Pittsburgh sometime and ride with GTR. Every now and again we have an Aprilia Mille RSV come to Mt. Washington, but it's mostly... okay, it's pretty well-rounded, but it's a good time if you ever need a road trip.
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Like a boy - but BETTER! 2005 Subaru Forester 2.5X 1997 Honda Civic EX Coupe Inform yourself: AF User Guidelines |
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thats cool ill have to remember that!...and im not a fan of football im a soccer gal.
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Sorry to hijack the post.....
I just wanted to say hi to Jenny. I dont run into local sportbikers online too often. I dont think I have seen you around town, although I havent out much this year. Maybe I'll see you around. |
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hi kennedy i dont ride in boardman very often unless there is something going on there like bike night in canfield this friday, if it doesnt thunderstorm anyway....are you a member of the eastern ohio sportbike group?
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