Mr Citrus
New Member
So, I just got off work, and picked the bike up from home to go grab something to eat. I turn onto the highway, sun shining, wind whipping around me in the gorgeous 70 degree weather. I spot a familiar shape in the distance, that famous outline of the KFC head. Instantly, I'm reminded of this commercial [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KqGfO99XLQ8]KFC U.S. Commercial: Chunky Chicken Pot Pie for $3.99 - YouTube[/ame]
Eventually, I arrive in the parking lot, and as I turn to park in a spot, I come upon a minivan sitting in the middle of the path. I stop behind him, trying as much as possible to be visible in his mirrors. Suddenly, I see reverse lights.
I try and give a wave showing him that I'm here, but he keeps backing up. I then LAY on my horn while trying to back up. The minivan comes to a halt, and the driver goes forward into the great beyond. Crisis averted!
So I walk into the kfc, and nobody is up at the counter. So, I go to the counter and wait for an employee to come and take my order. About half a minute later, an employee with grillz comes up to the counter.
ME: Hi, could I get a chi-----
HIM: HEY, youz ridez a motorcycle, rite??
ME:Yah, I do, can I ge--------------
HIM: HOW BIG IS IT?
ME: It's a 600, now can I----------
HIM: MAN, YOUZ SHOULD GET A REAL BIEK.
ME: A real bike?
HIM: Yuh, a 600 is what they train motorcycle cops on
ME: So wheres your bike?
HIM: OH, I got mu licensey taken away a while ago, I used to have an 1100.
ME: Oh yah, what kind?
HIM: It wuz real custOmized, it was a low rider, but every time I would hit a bump the exhaust would fall off.
ME: Can I just have a chicke-----
HIM: For here or to go?
ME: It's to go
HIM: What do you want to get?
ME: I just want a chicken pot pie.
HIM: OK
HIM: HEY RAY, COLLECT THIS GUYS MONEY SO I CAN GO SMOKE
So I pay Ray, and get my food. I start to head at the door, and see that guy standing by my bike looking at it. So I walk over, and put the key in, and more gold starts spewing from his mouth.
HIM: What is this, a kawasaki?
ME: No, it's a Yamaha.
HIM: No itz not, wuts tat on the tank?
ME: It's the yamaha symbol.
HIM: Oh, I thought it was some aftermarket shit. Have you ever thought of making this a lowrider?
ME: No, I haven't
HIM(way out from left field this time) Yah My friends were ruff ryders.
ME: That's cool
HIM: Yaah, we used to do wheelies up the street, and we were trying to learn a trick where we ride next to each other AND SWITCH BIKES WHILE RIDING.
ME: With your low rider?
HIM: YAH It was rad, but we wrecked doin it once and mu freend lost 3 toes.
ME( at this point, I've put the food in my backpack and am zipping my jacket up) That sucks.
HIM: YAH, I'm thinking of buying a golf cart from my uncle, lowering it, and adding metal to the back to make a small truck. In AJ, you don't need a license for an engine under 50cc.
ME: Oh really?
HIM, yah, it would look like a small version of that(he points to )
(At this point, I pause putting my helmet on to take in everything he just said)
ME: Yah, I'm gonna go home now
HIM: OKAY, Come back real soon now
I shit you not.Just happened
Eventually, I arrive in the parking lot, and as I turn to park in a spot, I come upon a minivan sitting in the middle of the path. I stop behind him, trying as much as possible to be visible in his mirrors. Suddenly, I see reverse lights.
I try and give a wave showing him that I'm here, but he keeps backing up. I then LAY on my horn while trying to back up. The minivan comes to a halt, and the driver goes forward into the great beyond. Crisis averted!
So I walk into the kfc, and nobody is up at the counter. So, I go to the counter and wait for an employee to come and take my order. About half a minute later, an employee with grillz comes up to the counter.
ME: Hi, could I get a chi-----
HIM: HEY, youz ridez a motorcycle, rite??
ME:Yah, I do, can I ge--------------
HIM: HOW BIG IS IT?
ME: It's a 600, now can I----------
HIM: MAN, YOUZ SHOULD GET A REAL BIEK.
ME: A real bike?
HIM: Yuh, a 600 is what they train motorcycle cops on
ME: So wheres your bike?
HIM: OH, I got mu licensey taken away a while ago, I used to have an 1100.
ME: Oh yah, what kind?
HIM: It wuz real custOmized, it was a low rider, but every time I would hit a bump the exhaust would fall off.
ME: Can I just have a chicke-----
HIM: For here or to go?
ME: It's to go
HIM: What do you want to get?
ME: I just want a chicken pot pie.
HIM: OK
HIM: HEY RAY, COLLECT THIS GUYS MONEY SO I CAN GO SMOKE
So I pay Ray, and get my food. I start to head at the door, and see that guy standing by my bike looking at it. So I walk over, and put the key in, and more gold starts spewing from his mouth.
HIM: What is this, a kawasaki?
ME: No, it's a Yamaha.
HIM: No itz not, wuts tat on the tank?
ME: It's the yamaha symbol.
HIM: Oh, I thought it was some aftermarket shit. Have you ever thought of making this a lowrider?
ME: No, I haven't
HIM(way out from left field this time) Yah My friends were ruff ryders.
ME: That's cool
HIM: Yaah, we used to do wheelies up the street, and we were trying to learn a trick where we ride next to each other AND SWITCH BIKES WHILE RIDING.
ME: With your low rider?
HIM: YAH It was rad, but we wrecked doin it once and mu freend lost 3 toes.
ME( at this point, I've put the food in my backpack and am zipping my jacket up) That sucks.
HIM: YAH, I'm thinking of buying a golf cart from my uncle, lowering it, and adding metal to the back to make a small truck. In AJ, you don't need a license for an engine under 50cc.
ME: Oh really?
HIM, yah, it would look like a small version of that(he points to )
(At this point, I pause putting my helmet on to take in everything he just said)
ME: Yah, I'm gonna go home now
HIM: OKAY, Come back real soon now
I shit you not.Just happened
