Saturday, October 30, 2010
Dang! I did that once. I laid down an old 750 Zundapp on a gravel road years ago. That thing seemed possessed by the Devil. Regardless what I did, it kept going around and around grinding the bark off my leg. I don’t even remember how I got it off me. I think a friend of mine shot it. And I wouldn’t have cared if he missed and shot me. One of us had to die.
