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Information: My first īproperī bike.
I loved it faults; the super stiff rear end bucking around under heavy breaking, leaning etc.
I loved its balance, poise, everything but the top end.
Then I crashed it trying to get away from a crime scene, fair enough, I repaired it. Then I crashed it again on my lunch break at work.
"I wont be long!" They didnīt see me for two weeks.
Sadly some sick fucks from a degenerate council estate stole my machine while it was temporarily imobilised after the accident. I found it in some flats WRECKED!
I didnīt cry though, Iīm a fucking man!
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