I'd just like to thank harley-davidson for taking more than twice the amount of time that they told me to ship a fucking clutch cable. It takes about 15 minutes or so to figure what a 77 FXE is... fucking morons. On the lighter side of dumbness, I did get my shovel back on the road.
I got on the jockey journal for the first time in a few months, and I have to say, its still one of the most fucking redundant sites I've ever been one. I'm sure I'm done with it, I mean, I get the chance to hear everyone at school stoke their own ego already. Why do it all other times of the day? What it comes down to is this: same ugly shit, same fucks that are on it.
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