So I come home from a long day's work yesterday to find my dad's truck blocking my garage spot. This made me angry, as I had just washed it and it was starting to rain. I went inside and said "Can you move your truck so I can park?" he told me that Chris (my brother) has his car in there. So even more furious than before I storm outside to find what? A brand freakin new Crotch Rocket. My brother went out and got a Yamaha YZF600R from the dealership, no money down (idiot). He doesn't even have a license to drive a motorcycle, nor insurance, yet my parents let him ride around on it... In a way I think I am jealous, because I have wanted a bike for a long time, except not a Yamaha, a Suzuki GSX-R600 or maybe a CBR1000RR, but moreso mad that he gets to buy all these things with no thought of the possible repercussions they bring.
....Man I want a bike....
The girlfriend says I can't have a bike (well we might as well be married) because "I will kill myself".
Can't a man dream?
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....Man I want a bike....
The girlfriend says I can't have a bike (well we might as well be married) because "I will kill myself".
Can't a man dream?
[/emo whining]
1991 MR2 - T-tops - Crimson Red - Gen3 3SGTE - Lots of moneyI'm not really an asshole, but I play one on the internet.**** Photobucket