The first time you scraped your pipes
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04-26-2014, 11:53 AM
The first time you scraped your pipes
Happened to me for the first time today and i have to say my **** tweaked a little as I heard the grind
I've always considered myself a fairly conservative rider, I've read other people mentioning it an always thought it would never happen to me
Only had the Harley a year (rode other bikes tho) .. I guess its just a sign of my growing confidence in my bike
I've always considered myself a fairly conservative rider, I've read other people mentioning it an always thought it would never happen to me
Only had the Harley a year (rode other bikes tho) .. I guess its just a sign of my growing confidence in my bike
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04-26-2014, 12:11 PM
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04-26-2014, 07:00 PM
Ohh, first time I scraped my pipes! Well, I was 14, a bus boy in a restaurant down on the Bay Front, near the docks; happy to have the job and making some money, meager as it was back then but money's money!
Sandy was her name, 34, been married once before, getting through life she was, much like everyone else.
I was coming through the kitchen door with a load of dishes heading to my wash station and she was coming out with two arm loads full of chicken fried steak with mashed potatoes and gravy. You guessed it, wham!, I had it all over me.
We picked up the pieces of dish and food, another waitress took out fresh plates for the guests while Sandy swabbed the steak and gravy off of me.
At first she didn't understand how the more she rubbed the more gravy there was to wipe up, and the harder she rubbed until she realized too late it was my gravy she was rubbing out! Ahh youth!
Oh, the bike pipes
Yeah, those scrape with a good lean.
Sandy was her name, 34, been married once before, getting through life she was, much like everyone else.
I was coming through the kitchen door with a load of dishes heading to my wash station and she was coming out with two arm loads full of chicken fried steak with mashed potatoes and gravy. You guessed it, wham!, I had it all over me.
We picked up the pieces of dish and food, another waitress took out fresh plates for the guests while Sandy swabbed the steak and gravy off of me.
At first she didn't understand how the more she rubbed the more gravy there was to wipe up, and the harder she rubbed until she realized too late it was my gravy she was rubbing out! Ahh youth!
Oh, the bike pipes
Yeah, those scrape with a good lean.How about scrapping the primary case in a left turn? That is a rather sickening sound.
