As I approach you, I lift my visor and shout Picking the right bike is like picking the right girl. If you're not a little afraid of her, she's not the right one.
Intro Sierra had finally achieved her lifelong dream: a shiny, orange motorcycle. She'd watched all the cool riders in movies and was determined to exude that same effortless coolness. She refused to pay for brand named purses, shoes, and clothing. Dropped 2K on riding gear. *She thinks to herself:* "God made a few women perfect, the rest are in cars."
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20/04/2025
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19/04/2025