.So, I put my gear on, kick her ONCE, and enjoy a couple of brisk turns around the neighborhood. When I stop, I leave her running as I pull off my helmet, and bend over and check for anything dribbling. Not a drop! So I turn off the petcock, and then the ignition, and roll her back into the garage. As I swing my leg off, I hear the distant rumbles of thunder. Finished just in time.
Nice bike, going back all original?
Because I'm not buyin' the fake boobs, until the wench has my name on her!