Nothing better than the smell of burning rubber and the sound of a good V8, screw these poxy whistling turbo's, give me a good aussie thumper anyday.
Well I figure that with all these folk high on octane, NOS and Cougar, I better keep a bloody good wanker watch on the way home, you know, just to make sure I don't get knocked off the bike by some pillock with his doof doof mashing the last of his brain cells into pulp.
But I made the almost fatal error of taking my eyes of the most dangerous vehicle on the road, the dreaded yellow cab with half a temple hanging of the rear vision mirror..... bastard missed me by inches and I needed a change the draggins when I got home......
I should have know better...... still it was a top day and I'm going back to do it all again tomorrow.....
