You're a sportbike rider if:
someone asks u what u want for ur bday and u say "a pair of Pirelli's and a full Ti exhaust"
ur eyes light up and are pinned WIDE OPEN from the sound of any sportbike coming or going
u loathe in watching a burnout, wheelie, stoppie, endo or ur bike redline
in idle traffic, lane splitin's the way to go
ur a ugly, fat, piece of shit that still gets azz
the only sign u throw up is acknowledging anotha ryda when they pass
it gets warmer, u finally see and hear from people from when last season ended...and ur phone just does not stop ringing until it gets cold again
90% of your converstaion is on bikes, riding, sex, chicks, and stunts
your known by your bike and color of your gear
you have friends in ur phone by name and bike ie troy 00r6
you fav stop to hang is a diserted road or parking lot
your best friend is at the gas pump and parts store
you lean your head and ass thru concers in your car
u know every corner and runaway spot in town
u get mad when u see gravel in a intersetcion
you gf is mad cause ur talking and u hear a bike and looking for instead of talking to her
u have more stunt vids then porn tapes
u check ur bike at least 3 times a nite to make sure shes safe
u have shifter marks on all ur shoes
if thurs nite includes a bike wash and shine, but you forget to shower
you see a cop and twist your wrist
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'92 Honda CB747-Cafe'
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