mikeadamstattoo
Coast to Coast
my nextdoor neighbors... jesus. theyre so weird ad nosey. always watching what im doing when im outside with my dog. its a big weird guy who wears overalls everyday, his wife who talks like elmer fudd and, either the big guys son, or his lil brother (we dont know really) live in the house. they ALL work at meijer (its like walmart out in the midwest)
i never see the big guy talk but i hear him bitching about something in their house time to time. the 20 year old has a black geo tracker that looks like a pile of rust and garbage and one day i was working on a bike and he came over bragging to me about how hes worked on cars for 17 years, and how he did all the custom work on his tracker himself...sweet dude.
anyway, you know i bought that 1974 cl125 last year and it wasnt running at all. tank gunked up and rusted, carbs complete shit, bad petcock and few other minor things.
ive been working on it little by little and now i got it running and i get it to kick everytime, and ride it, just gotta figure out the idle.
anyway, today (around 7pm, still really bright and sunny out) i kicked it up, revved it for a min (if i let it idle it dies) then took it down the street for the first time, usually i kept it in my driveway just turning around back and forth, but today decided to take its first little spin around the block.
got it up to about 35mph in 3rd (im in a residential neighborhood) and it felt REALLY smooth and awesome. felt great!!
i pull back in my driveway and cut the engine. as soon as i do i hear a faint "ricka fricka racka fucking ricka bricka fucking" followed by "rinnnnng ding ding ding ding rinnnng" (sounds of my motorcycle revving)
complaining about me starting my motorcycle up in MY driveway during daylight...
i stood there in amazement and yelled "are you serious right now? i hope youre serious!"
so they can be up at anytime doing bullshit to their piece of shit trucks blairing shitty music out of their garage and being nosey as fuck, but im not allowed to start a 125cc bike up in my driveway...
ridiculous. i hope next time i work on it they call the cops, just so the cops can scratch their heads when they get there as to why these friggin retards called them there.
next time i see them outside im gonna stand outside and make motorcycle nosies with my mouth.
i never see the big guy talk but i hear him bitching about something in their house time to time. the 20 year old has a black geo tracker that looks like a pile of rust and garbage and one day i was working on a bike and he came over bragging to me about how hes worked on cars for 17 years, and how he did all the custom work on his tracker himself...sweet dude.
anyway, you know i bought that 1974 cl125 last year and it wasnt running at all. tank gunked up and rusted, carbs complete shit, bad petcock and few other minor things.
ive been working on it little by little and now i got it running and i get it to kick everytime, and ride it, just gotta figure out the idle.
anyway, today (around 7pm, still really bright and sunny out) i kicked it up, revved it for a min (if i let it idle it dies) then took it down the street for the first time, usually i kept it in my driveway just turning around back and forth, but today decided to take its first little spin around the block.
got it up to about 35mph in 3rd (im in a residential neighborhood) and it felt REALLY smooth and awesome. felt great!!
i pull back in my driveway and cut the engine. as soon as i do i hear a faint "ricka fricka racka fucking ricka bricka fucking" followed by "rinnnnng ding ding ding ding rinnnng" (sounds of my motorcycle revving)
complaining about me starting my motorcycle up in MY driveway during daylight...
i stood there in amazement and yelled "are you serious right now? i hope youre serious!"
so they can be up at anytime doing bullshit to their piece of shit trucks blairing shitty music out of their garage and being nosey as fuck, but im not allowed to start a 125cc bike up in my driveway...
ridiculous. i hope next time i work on it they call the cops, just so the cops can scratch their heads when they get there as to why these friggin retards called them there.
next time i see them outside im gonna stand outside and make motorcycle nosies with my mouth.