Your bike is like the one I had in Mexico. The folks I bought it from bought it back from me in the end cos I was using my other bike more. That was really nice of them.
I love Jody's bike. It love going on motorbikes. My darling has taken me on his a few times. I love it.
Yes my bike has gears. And a bell and a headlight and tail light.
Jody's helmet and jacket are black. This bike is a Buell.
I wish I could ride his bike, he's never taught me how. He knows if I learned then he'd have to buy me one too. Like when we had the go-karts. The first time I drove one I did quite well... so he bought me one and I started racing. It scared him at how fast and fearless I raced, 65 mph, you just don't have time to think about how close you come to the wall and that there is nothing between you and the ground or rocks or mud, or someone else's broken chain. It's fun!
Then he started racing Sprint cars and he would never let me drive one... I really wanted to, maybe I would have been able to push someone off the track, those things are so much bigger than a go-kart.
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Your bike is like the one I had in Mexico. The folks I bought it from bought it back from me in the end cos I was using my other bike more. That was really nice of them.
I love Jody's bike.
It love going on motorbikes. My darling has taken me on his a few times. I love it.
I, not it.
Does your bike have gears?
Oh, but Jody's bike is not pink. Your bike is pink. I would take your pink bike over a Maserati...
Jody's helmet and bike jacket are pink though.
;)
Beat that!!
I like your handbars. They remind me of rabbit ears being blown in a strong head-on wind.
Yes my bike has gears. And a bell and a headlight and tail light.
Jody's helmet and jacket are black. This bike is a Buell.
I wish I could ride his bike, he's never taught me how. He knows if I learned then he'd have to buy me one too. Like when we had the go-karts. The first time I drove one I did quite well... so he bought me one and I started racing. It scared him at how fast and fearless I raced, 65 mph, you just don't have time to think about how close you come to the wall and that there is nothing between you and the ground or rocks or mud, or someone else's broken chain. It's fun!
Then he started racing Sprint cars and he would never let me drive one... I really wanted to, maybe I would have been able to push someone off the track, those things are so much bigger than a go-kart.
I loved racing!
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