An Open Letter.....

Dear Person who bought my bike,

I miss it. I miss how when I first bought it , it was pristine and beautiful, no scratches, no rashes nothing. I miss how I then made it so hideous and ghetto beacuse well that's just what it was destined to be. I miss the numerous times I randomly dropped it and placed it on the ground for amusement purposes. I miss all my stickers and I miss my signatures. I felt like a bad ass with all those autographs. I miss the hacked up led passenger light pegs and how when riding i was never able to reach far enough to push the peg down so I can superman styles. I also miss picking up chicks with that bike. That bike picked up all sorts of random chicks. I also miss the warmth of the handles that Pooner did up for me. Same applies to the shaved down foot peg that one time i dropped the bike and part of it snapped off while i was at the gas station filling up with Razcal.
I miss my bike on the track where it made me look like a superduper star when really the decieving images that were taken were due to awesome photography. I miss my damn bike.

I hope you didnt make it pretty cause that would really suck and defeat the purpose of its existence. That bike was made for abuse and should be treated rightly so.


Sincerely Windy....lonely and bikeless in a giant house.