Motorbikes

My boyfriend told me to write a blog about motorbikes so here goes.

A motorbike:

2 wheels

1 seat

An engine.

The end.

Motorbikes are the most boring things ever invented but unfortuatly for me my boyfriend is obsessed with them so I have to find them interesting. He talks about them and all I hear are the words are two stroke, heaps quick, blake bagget, sunny corner.

Sunny corner is a bike track somewhere in NSW. It does not sound very manly to hear that your boyfriend is going to sunny corner to ride his bike.

To me looking at a motorbike is like looking at a wall. Every wall looks the same. It has the same features and the same look about it. According to my boyfriend I couldn’t be more wrong! Every motorbike is different and some are ‘heaps sick’ and some are ‘f***ckin shit’. Just by looking at them they can be so different.

Appartnely bike riders are the most amazing people alive! How hard is it to ride a bike? I can ride a bike, does that make me amazing? And bike riders apparently have the biggest balls from  jumping over jumps. But preety sure half the time their balls are swished on the seat.

 Motorbikes consume my life and all my boyfriends money.

MOTORBIKES GIVE ME BACK MY BOYFRIEND PLEASEEEE !!!!!!

And in conclusion… Motorbikes are a tough man sport (If I didn’t write this I would be hated forever by the motorbike appreciation committee and my boyfriend. Babe you’re the toughest rider out!)

(Dont see a difference between the two bikes besides the colour? Me either. YAWN MOTORBIKES)