Chopper Hostel

I guess the relationship that the bike and my relationship hasn’t changed. The video is the first time I rode it since the last cataclysmic motor adventure.

Sure the tires are low and I haven’t ridden a raked out chopper in a few years but I swear to the Gods of Solid lifters, this bitch just bit me! I made it to the highest part of that flat meadow when, all of a sudden by pantleg gets sucked into the carb, the motor shut off, the back wheel locks up and off I flew face first into the ground.

As I glimpsed at that bike over my busted-up glasses, I swear I heard a voice whisper…”I’m back…”! I hate that bike!