The EPA Has Crossed The Line!

Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there were two motorcycles. A big burley boy bike and a little petite girl bike. They would spend their days chasing each other around their island paradise sniffing each other’s exhaust pipes. Nights would often find them flashing their taillights. During full moons their turn signals were always on four-way. It was a wonderful life.

One day a EPA ship loaded with DOT pirate scooters found their island. They had come for the little petite girl bike. Her full set of bodacious cams and hot shapely exhaust were outlawed. The big burley boy bike was powerless to stop them. There were too many. They broke his clutch cable, flattened his tires and jammed his primary. He sat there on his bent kickstand and watched her flashing taillight fade on the horizon. Life sucked.
OK. Maybe I'm loosing it. But the bike's on the lift with the may-pop rear tire on the ground. I can't pick up a new tire until 9 AM tomorrow. I'm bored, my minds wandering, and I'm having thoughts about thinking. It's making my brain hurt!