One of my jobs is in a parking structure in downtown Huntington Beach, a big party place surrounded by bars. I was working and at around 11:30 my boss pulled up to let me know I could close up. And then he says very nonchalantly "Oh, is that your bike over there?" "Yah." "Well two guys just pushed it over and ran." What the f**k. "Where did they go? What did they look like? Who were they? How tall? How old?" He says "I dunno. Two guys, with jeans maybe?" Sh*t. So I grab a metal bar out of my booth and run. Nothing. Why? Because I'm looking for two guys with jeans, maybe.
I am in one bad mood. Not that they did too much damage and not that my bike has a great body anyways but I am a man of principle and a full f**king vigilante at heart.
When I tried to tell the security guard what was up he asked "What kind of bike?" "A cbr." "How big of an engine?" "F**k, 600 why do you care?" "HAHAHA only a 600 you wuss?" Listen buddy, you ever ridden before? You know how fast a 600 is? Thats f**king right, faster than 100% of all production cars.
How bad would it piss you off if someone threw a rock at your car and ran? Now let me put this into perspective. This is the equivelant of someone throwing a WALL at the side of your car. Corey is one mad motherf**ker.
I am in one bad mood. Not that they did too much damage and not that my bike has a great body anyways but I am a man of principle and a full f**king vigilante at heart.
When I tried to tell the security guard what was up he asked "What kind of bike?" "A cbr." "How big of an engine?" "F**k, 600 why do you care?" "HAHAHA only a 600 you wuss?" Listen buddy, you ever ridden before? You know how fast a 600 is? Thats f**king right, faster than 100% of all production cars.
How bad would it piss you off if someone threw a rock at your car and ran? Now let me put this into perspective. This is the equivelant of someone throwing a WALL at the side of your car. Corey is one mad motherf**ker.
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