When I went down, I was passing a car and couldn't slow down in time, so I went off the road and my front washed out and I went down. Didn't know enough. Knowing what I do now, I coulda mad it. So I get up and the people I just flew by asked me if I needed help. I said yeah. One of the guys palmed my exhaust to help me lift it. His hand-print was burnt onto my can for the rest of the time I owned the can. I got a slip-on during my insurance claim. I KNOW that motherfucker was crying the whole way home.
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Dress for the crash.
Not the ride.
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