I pulled up into the station to get some gas. Guy looks at the bike, then at
me, and asks while pumping:
-What kind of bike is that?
-Yamaha. GTS. (I don't elaborate 'cause I've been through this too many
times and want to get going quickly).
-Mmmhhh. Sure got a big body, this bike.
-Yup.
-Parts expensive? probably are. Bleed you out every time.
-()
-She don't look that good, no?
-what?
-She sure don't look good. I mean, nothing like an R1, or a CBR 900 RR.
She's ugly. Those are cool.
-(already pondering the penal liabilities of strangling the guy with the
pump's hose) Maybe to you, for the first 200 km. Then we talk. I for sure
wouldn't swap. (man the guy's got big balls. I mean, he's nonchalantly
insulting my bike without even breaking a sweat, although I'm twice as big
and three times as heavy as he is).
-Wouldn't swap? yeah right. You wish. That's what you say 'cause you don't
have the quid to upgrade to one and sell THAT.
...
Now, anybody know the best procedure to remove teeth fragments from a
leather glove?
Best,
Roberto. (And I swear everything above the final sentence is true...)
