To the MF'er on the blue sport bike

['73 H1 Triple]

Somewhere, somehow I will find you and punch you right in the fucking mouth. You're skinny little ass weighs a lot less than the bales I throw around on the farm, expect a broken jaw.

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I guess you want the story, so here it is. I'm was just out mowing my yard. As a conscientious motorcyclist, I make my first two passes throwing the grass in my yard instead of out in the road.

I just started my pass out at the road when a blue sportbike with a rider wearing a blue leather jacket & helmet rides towards and past me. Next thing I know, the mother fucker screams past me about a foot away, at redline ( 80+ mph )blowing the horn. After he shifts, he flips me off as he screams down the road. My heart about jumped out of my chest.

Some where I'll see him again, I'll just wander over and pop him right in the mouth with no warning. Going to suck to be him if he let somebody borrow his bike & gear.