Welcome back to South Florida
Mouth breathers abound. I have a motor bike. I never ride it. A 1977 KZ 1000.
It is for when I move. Not if I move. When. The absence of attention while people are driving around here is ghastly. The average driver is either 300 years old, on a suitcase full of pharmaceutical drugs, on the phone or all three. Oh well. Had time to sort out my limited options and am glad no one or no thing was on the side of the road. I would have had to just sail right into the back of a sun worn gray 4 door Toyota with gold badgeing.
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