Me and Dan went out by ourselves. Everyone else is broke down or they wet quad on us. It was a cool ride at one point I feel what I thought was Dan's handle bar poking me in my fat roll. Then it happens again and I realize he's riding next to me poking me. Well this starts a game of motorcycle tag. That was fun but Dan mentioned that we are going to kill ourselves so we quit........ (For now) Ow yea got the YZ back together and she's running great. I love that bike a 1989 yz 125.
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