So what to do with it? Take it home. Snap a picture so you remember what it looked like before you screw it up, then push it into the garage. After several hours of a caffeine induced coma, (you can substitute you recreational substance of choice), you wind up with a pile up junk. Maybe it’ll run again maybe it won’t. Boys will be boys.
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i love it! cant wait to see...
Yep, you and Dave can now look even more like twins,,,;]
mq01: Soon I hope.
Big D: Were you calling Tramp a pile of junk?
Sweet ride! Welcome to the Bagger World.
Brother Willie...cool..did I see a sawzall in on of the pictures..LOL
We need an update....is it still looking so nekkid?
AZHD: It’s more like the World of Old Bags. What the hell am I doing riding a “Geezer-Glide’!
ratone: Nope. No sawzall. But you must be psychic. I used a jigsaw to re-shape some fiberglass.
IHG: I dressed her before we went out.
i need a geezer glide, hell i need a bigger garage...
Ya never feel like the bike is yours until you work on it, change something. Owning a bike Sorta gives an insight to how women think, they find us, like what they see mostly but don't feel like we are theirs until they make some changes. So, I recon your kinda like an Old Woman to Willy. That said, show us your Tits.
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