08-11-2018, 03:15 AM
No joke.
I sold my ‘72 Zuk TS 185 to some kid when I was 17.
At least 6 months later I was at my girlfriends house 3 towns over from my home in the pool with her.
I hear a 2-stoke, see a kid fly by and it was my old bike. I jumped out of the pool and ran out. Caught him on his return, in the shoulder of the main road no less. He remembered me, we briefly chatted and he let me take it for one last rip up the street.
Looking back, all I had on was my life guard swim trunks.
How did we survive our own stupidity?
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I sold my ‘72 Zuk TS 185 to some kid when I was 17.
At least 6 months later I was at my girlfriends house 3 towns over from my home in the pool with her.
I hear a 2-stoke, see a kid fly by and it was my old bike. I jumped out of the pool and ran out. Caught him on his return, in the shoulder of the main road no less. He remembered me, we briefly chatted and he let me take it for one last rip up the street.
Looking back, all I had on was my life guard swim trunks.
How did we survive our own stupidity?
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