got the piece of jap iron rolling and bombing around town, this thing is as fun as a well oiled midget and and scary as two doller hooker. the hand shift and hand clutch with no front brakes keep things interesting.
Painting the primer. part mary jane smoke, part paint fumes and part big smokey burnout from the flat track xs project. i got so high in the shop i found my self rolling around my back yard laughing like a school girl on her first trip. now i know why kids huff paint. fucking awesome. what the fuck was i just saying? aw fuck my head!