The names and places have been changed to protect the innocent.
This story is the need to document the extenuating events that take place when Motard is let loose on an innocent city
The time: recent past
The place: A city near you
The people: Someone you may or may not know
-What started out as an simple commute from A to B turns into a “Moment in Motard History”
There we were traveling along in our Ford Tarus when this maniac on dirt bike comes flying by us. At least i think it was a dirt bike, it had funny small rims on it and big numbers on the side.
As we approached the bridge, the traffic came to a dead stop grid lock. We could see as far as the crest of the hill, we weren’t going anywhere for some time, and neither was that maniac on the dirt bike. I could see him about 5 cars up a head, looking very frustrated and antsy. Tuff luck buddy, we’re almost a quarter way onto the bridge, and barriers on all sides. I could see this guy was loosing it, he gets off his bike and looks up the bridge deck, and then back down. I remember thinking, what the hell is this guy thinking. I could see he had something in mind, his body language totally changed. Then this guy mounts his bike, leans it over and burns the tire... oh shit, he just spun that bike around on the spot. This dude was nuts, he was riding directly against traffic on a bridge deck. Yeah well, now where the hell was he gonna go, oh, then I could see, he just ripped down the bridge and did a 180 to the last off ramp, and wheelied down it on the back wheel. I guess that’s one way to beat rush hour...
This is a story taken from the Motard Chronicles. These events are loosely based on someone's distorted rendition of the past, and may or may not contain factual content.
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