yup, has happened to us all,
it's no different than coming
back to find someone smugly
sitting inside your convertible.
...but whatya'gonnado?!
Who I'm TRULY afraid of are
people in any given parkinglot
that might not see it and ram
or reverse in to my bike.
Once I saw how a man let his
filthy children climb on my old
savage as if it was a carnival
ride (so he could take a picture),
i calmly adviced the man that the
engine was still hot and that any
bike could tip and crush'em either
way (he kinda ignored me), next
thing i know junior is screaming
with his calf half-molten into the
savages' exhaust pipe (where it
curves on top), but it's ok, burnt
skin cleans off quite easy
(true story)