The names and places have been changed to protect the inocent.
This story is the need to document the extenuating events that take place when a pack of motards join forces to wreak haveck on a city.
For your limited time schedual and mine, this story is broken down into a summary of highlights...
-The date: In the recent past
-The place: A city near you
-The people: 5 guys that love to rip it up on Motards
-The Beginning: The ride out starts at fictitious shop called No Gear.
-The bikes ride out taking curb jumps and ripping it up on one wheel. Soon to find the #2 bike riden by the kid gets a flat. Back to No Gear and 1/2 hr later they're back on the road.
-The ride continues under a bridge where the wall ride of death is circumvented by each rider.
-The bikes, led by #3 (the Assman) then rape the back roads of the industrial area like pack of wild Hyenas pouncing on a fluffy poodle named Squigles.
-After recoperating from this adrenillin pumping venture, the next district was calling for a spanking.
-Here we find 5 barking mad two wheeled high flying Motords clearing a 30' gap a the local Supermarket. Two guys check for safety and the rest cycle through their turn at launching effortlessly and sailing through the air to touch down on the backside.
-No sooner than seconds after this airial display of gravity defiance, the boys in the midst of a right turn, come smack dab, front and centre with "the man". After the red and blues sound in the rearview, the pack has found themsleves parked on the roadside having chuckles with the local enforcement.
-Police: So I see this one has no licence plate
-#1 (the Godmother of Motard): It fell off about an hour ago, sorry.
-Police: Okay, don't worry about it.
-#3 (Assman): Do you want to see some regi's
-Police: Na don't worry about it, we just wanted to check out the bikes.
-Police: you boys have a nice night.
-Next stop, city centre via University Row.
-Shortly after violating every noise ordinate in the city
-Counter Attack road check for our pack of 5
-So, after checking all the plates (minus the one guy who didn't have one) and looking at all the license (minus the kid who was on a limited learners), it was once again on your way to raise mor ruckus at the core of the city.
-After witnessing a turned over car and all the clubbers jumping and hollering at the sight of a pack of unbridle Tards taking the streets, it was almost time to part ways. Not before we would see the plastic side of two of the urban warriors touch asphalt.
All in all it was an adventure of incredible good fortune. Once again, this is a ficticious tale loosely taken from the adventures of: #1 The Godmother, #2 The Kid, #3 Assman, #4 Farrari, #5 Bark.