So my MZ vandalised itself. I was riding along, loving life and then I lost all drive. Gears would engage but it wouldn't pull. I pushed it to the side of the road and atfirst I was like: Hour 1 into my stranded state: Cigarette supplies run low, I fear I may not make it through the night. I then notice something even more tragic, my bike has soiled my Chav Max's And then the inevitable happens; I have a mental breakdown in my swanky new helmet: Then, in my unstable mental state, I contemplate throwing the filthy beast in the canal I am sat next to: But after fearing increased soiling of my Chav Max's I begin to contemplate other means of destruction: But then, out of no where, an awfully nice chap in a yellow van and a miserable man named Dad rush to my aid: I get home, upset and confused, then taking my engine cover off to find out the clutch has literally FALLEN OFF. I laugh, hysterically, and go inside to create a stupid thread about the whole horrid business on Scootershack. And a shite day was had by all.
Shite days are designed into our lives, to make the good days look even better. I had a proper shite day today...
This was one of the (intentionally?) funniest reports I've ever read about a breakdown....lol It's nuts the stuff that can go bonkers inside a helmet!
Yep, He's probaly nuts. ., But with manners., His M.Z's pretty cool as well - when I was younger we thought they were s...e!, Times change a bit when you've got a few more miles on the clock! .
