There was this one kid with a moon tattooed on one side of his face we called moon baby and he comes back with an anchor tatted on the other side so we all started calling him “sailor moon”
I got given a 82 Yamaha maxim 650 ratbike, thing was a shrieking metal suicide machine, and a flying greaseball, but I rode it to sturgis from Austin Texas in a straight shot then up to Seattle, and across all the way to Detroit where it finally broke down. At that point it wasn’t worth the gas...
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