I wanna do it.
i wanna play
Reminds me of being ten years of youth. Stingray with sissy bar, banana seat, and center shifter. Bombing Sun Valley road in Del Mar, wrist rocket sling shot in back pocket. Three friends await, and we will rain all types of pre pubescent hell on sage brush covered hills. Power slides, stolen smokes, time away from homework and grass mowing. Yar. We have all been pirates at a time in our lives.
Cost of entry:
Bilenky sponsored… 🙂
The Man Wolfs of automobiles.
All I can say is- don’t wonder where idiots that run over cyclists get their inspiration to drive like sociopaths.
AA, here’s what scares me more than these guys: