It's finally motorcycle season here in the Great White North and I have been busy getting some broken fiberglass pieces assembled to resemble motorcycle race body work. This means that you take the good plastic off your bike and replace it with this eggshell thin fiberglass stuff that can be repaired.

I bought my race bodywork on Ebay from a fucking prick who said it just needed "a little work".

Yes, that is if your idea of a little work is taking fiberglass impressions of the recessed attachment points from your original factory bodywork and trasfering those to the multiple torn out holes in your newly accquired "slightly scratched" bodywork. I hope we can get on the same track someday and see how sturdy my repairs are when I stuff the newly rebuilt,  two wheeled Boston Whaler where your apex was supposed to be.

Unlike the jerkoff who sold it to me (WERA NE #698), I give a shit about my bikes and even a throwaway Japanese motorcycle that I take only to the track will have bodywork that does not look like it has painted over boogers all over it. Yea, it's only race plastics but if I chuck it down the track, I'm gonna look sharp when I do it. I guess that's what a Japanese bike is really good for anyway.

Although I like my speen exactly where it is above my beer gut and behind my vodka pickled liver, I still like doing a track day now and again to get a little fast riding in ohne Grenze.

Here I am pretending I am "The Doctor" when in truth I ride more like "The Janitor". By the way, if anyone at my life insurance company is reading this, this is a "NON COMPETITIVE EVENT".

Anyway pal, I hope I see you soon. I'd like to break, um I mean shake your hand.