I pulled over, guessed an exposure, and waited for this Honda to come past, hoping it was a 250. It's as old as mine almost, but has lasted better, those big alloys help. Lovely tool.
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.
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