Sunday Cyndi and I both piled on the Monster and rumbled off down the road to the local italian resturant named “Pags”. An hour later we we’re both clutching our stomaches groaning trying to figure out how we’d fit back on the small italian rocketship. I commeted that the Italians probably designed these machines to transport small-framed italian men and women from cafe to cafe, and not large americans filled to the brim with italian food. We rumbled back home with an extra five pounds of manicotti and chicken marsala preloading the suspension.
Cyndi would call it dinner. I call it a celebration of italian technology and culiniary perfection.
More on that “monster” soon.
November 6th, 2007 at 5:27 pm
What the hell is this monster talk? Did you procure a new bike? I rode a 750 about a year ago, all black, pretty sharp.
November 6th, 2007 at 6:35 pm
Looks like someone might have sprung for a 1998 Ducati M900, nice looking bike, Ok, I peeked but only cause I know where.
November 6th, 2007 at 6:49 pm
Here’s the kicker though, I didn’t spring for it.
November 11th, 2007 at 1:32 am
Hey ya wanker, you still alive?
I ain’t feelin da love since ya ain’t called!
December 14th, 2007 at 4:42 pm
Sounds like a perfect evening. Nice to see you’ve joined the hooligan world, too.