Last week, I think I officially might have become a hooligan. My pal Pam and I met downtown for a Thursday night out, maybe check out a few fellas at the bar. No parking, no problem, just tucked my bike into a no parking spot across the street from the bar and voila, illegally parked. Then I proceeded to get into a bit of a yelling fight with some guy with a perma-tan and really, really white teeth at the bar, first about my helmet and secondly he thought a Sportster wasn't as cool as a Bagger (even though his has been collecting dust for 5 years), then the bartender told us to cool it and he moved on to bother some chicks that might actually listen to him. I'm sure Pam was not impressed when I pulled a U-turn on Main Street to get me out of my illegal parking spot.
Now what else to do this summer besides sailing, camping and riding around the back roads of Northern Ontario? CUSTOMIZE of course...my newest acquisition for my purple ride...Zee bars...tee hee. My bike and I go from cute and cuddly:
to bad ass in a short 3 hours one Monday night after work:








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