sone shit da put me yesterday son wixa ne oilspur on the road and because it was dark b I saw the no see and I zack in the curve slipped away – I did not happen so maybe on 30kmh – later I followed the oilspur then and the wixa is with us the mountain has turned there and again up and there stands then old bully with ner Wanne drunter und da quippelt oil in – he can give me firstma 2 new page coverings, handlebars, clutch lever, mirror, the komple tte heck bezaheln and I think the frame is rear also n bitle warped – how is that paid with my mopped jacket and handshake that also or begs me to sit on it? then I should still blow but the device didn’t fart *sone shit had made me scon happy*