I have to admit that I hate it when motorcycles whip through traffic like maniacs. A part of me is mad because they give motorcycles a bad name. The other part of me is jealous because I wish I could do that but my ’94 Stanza ain’t gonna make it through the lines of traffic.
In Russia you just pass the vodka and hit the road. Screw the red lights because you’re riding with the Black Devil!
