No, not JT in a box. But I do LMAO every time I see it.
This:
2010 125cc Rotax Max. In a box.
I haven't had a motor on my kitchen table for awhile now. Instead, the complete assembly is front and center on my living room floor. C’est La Vie. Really ties the room together. I had a bad case of shiny-new-thing-itis and when someone offered to buy my used motor I didn’t hesitate. The new stuff showed up yesterday. I just have to put that mess on the new kart, break it in, and get ready for the first race of the season.
Somethings been brought to my attention.
I've been told no man should ever be caught on an elliptical. Something something questioned my masculinity something something cut up my man card. Then I was accused of willingly watching Twilight, WTH? Listen, it tightens my buns and thighs ok.
No worries, with the spring weather I’ve pulled the bike out and started doing some spinning. Did a brick workout for the first time ever, what a PITA!
Your friend and my favorite,
Morgan
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