Get it out there. Blurt. Vent.

Sometimes it is good just to dick with a idea.

             The Call of the Bitchman

Robb is a aging road warrior he rides a big 1200cc piece of Jap Crap. A lovely bike, bit of a barrel.

Robb is a green belt of Kung Fu & a ballet dancer.

         (riding)

         (one day)

Robb comes around a big sweeping bend doing 140 to 150 K, cruising.

He spots a motor cycle gang of Bikie's not civilized Bikers.

Robb              "Shit."

He reaches his hand over the throttle and grabs a hand full.

The road warrior Robb blasts past the gaggle of shit box USA built, 1920's designed Harley shit boxes.

Gidday Dravid here I filled up and f#@*ed off.

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