motorbiking

pucha, pare. i have this big bike, pare. it a honda 23D75X (not it's real model). big wheels. big bike. big gurgling makina, pare.

so me and my gang (not the pucha pare ones, since this group only knows how to ride bikes, not live in pucha-pare style) went to quezon. twistys pare (bewang left side slowly going right, then left again. head should sway in the opposite direction). there were 4 of us.

tapos tapos, we saw this large group with howling engines, pare. my gang thought their gang was a bigger gang but my gang was carrying bigger bangs. so we had the gang with the bang, pare. we had a gang-bang! bang! bang! bang!

we shot them all pare since their makinas were so small yet carried a lot of noise. and the noise to gurgling gasoline ratio was way past the limit pare. so they were caught by the hiway pulis inspector pare since they caused noise pollution, pare.

talk about an interesting ride. pucha.

so the next time you do the twistys (squeeze right hand for more gas, click left foot for higher gear, yuko the head for longer mileage), wear a helmet. cause you'll never know what'll hit you. pucha (iling, half cock smile, pa mysterious effect.)

(helmet on, then don't look back)

ya, tigidig!

(this is in living memory of mikee. he is still living. but my memory is failing. so i pray that my memory lives. til death do us part. pucha, pare. mikeee! peace meeehn)