A know-all said "that's not that good" when i took a picture of it. i said "i like it", he could see by the look in my eye i meant it, said "o" and walked on.
Poetic and pretentious, exploring perverted pleasure attained from tortuous motorcycling by 30 year old machine upon a 42 year old human. And the pleasures of others on rustored, unrestored 250 motorbikes.
