Daytona’s done and spring is sprung.
Like a dipshit I started tinkering with my Spitfire girder again, so my bike is torn down. I want to ride, find another redhead and escape. I watched an old movie called “Monty Walsh,” the other night. It was about a bunch of cowboys at the end of their era. It was about the Code of the West (1970) and starred Lee Marvin. Sometimes I feel like the aging biker facing a changing society. What a pile of bullshit. Let’s hit the news before I get in trouble.