One day you send your wife to the store to pick up a new tire.
She calls coolly on, you should get a motorcycle Saturday, because I've just bought one.
I think after 15 years marriage, she finally understands me.
I love her.
(I must say, what if she reads this)
So, now there is a new project.
cb400n honda cafe racer.
There must be something to happen, but there is something out of it.
|Nice caferacer lin-up.|
|Fucked up wiring.|
|Damn my garage is getting to small.|
or do i have to much bikes.
there's always room for more.