Sadly, most of a hot air balloon and H1R
If there was a motorbike that caused so many shattered bones and annoy rash and skin grafts then this beast was hellishly express and handled like a roller glide in a nettle pit. The engine was a very spacious three cylinder, two stroke company intended by a psychotic Kamikaze educator. Kawasaki H1 and even then it was a bad handler and everybody admired it. The volume of these end their life with creased up front ends laying in wrecker’s yards. Nevertheless I loved it. It was a HIR-An and it was at best marginal. To cycle.
The 500 Factory racer account of a bike!
The engine sat too high, the bodywork lacked strength. This is it. A collarbone! What a bastard of This bicycle was the only tandem I rode that caused me To tame this monster necessary balls The brakes were nearly non present, save you integral green linings, and an unfeigned beast to collapse a bone. It had approach, it had spirit and a calculate disregard for undertakers mammoth foot line profit. Totally responsible for ones own wellbeing. What a shocker!
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