i’m sad, mad and everything bad ( as oppose to sugar, spice and everything nice)
at moments like this..only riding bikes calms me down. Thats how much biking means to me. It calms me down when the Taco hits the redline before every shifts.
To date, that never fails to make me feels better,
But the er-6 is at my Kampung back at banting.
anybody care to lend me your fast bikes? please?
out, broken hearted
racemotions 