Dear 98 CBR 600 Smokin Joe Edition Squid,
I was casually riding home through Stanley Park when I heard a quick honk behind me. Looking in my mirror, I could see you in your epic 60% off sale at Winners board shorts, weaving back and forth only for you to pull up beside me and blip your throttle several times while giving me the shocker.
I thought this was squid code for "Hey Brah we're both on CBR's, let's carve some sick fucking lines through these 30 zone curves amIright?!!"
I was excited to try and keep up, watching you burn off the chicken strips and shred the sides off your flip flops but then... you started giving what only looked like shadow puppet hand signals to the Korean couple in the white Lambo up ahead and turned off towards English Bay.
What happened? I thought we had a moment... was I wrong to trust you so quickly?