Some of our “comrades” really don’t leave out any way to discredit the bikers. I was still fast in the hardware store today, because I still looked for a matching red to repair the few scratches in the dress of my “new” Ducati. At a beautiful 24 degrees I left the convertible and the motorcycles standing and caught my trekking bike, the few kilometers are good against the plauze. When I had a reasonably matching red L Ackdöschen left the market, I came across a young man, who – apparently by profession son – had put a chrome flashing monster V motor moped with a rear tire, at least the width 300 mm beside my wire ash. While I was still puzzled how the milk face can afford such a brummer, which costs between friends easily 30,000 ocks upwards, I was able to find that the Bengel also has no fear of a control, because in the two thick pipes, which I know how a motror sounds, which you can run completely without a silencer, that was not a bit quieter. In order for all cart pushers on the giant parking lot to become aware of him, the poser also gave full steam, that the 300er etched and the people horrified to the sky, whether the youngest court had broken in. The exhaust noise anyway was far beyond the limit of pain. An absolute impudence. I I was glad to have been in the market with the bike. I usually take the 650 Honda Enduro for such short trips. I would have been ashamed of this idiot in the ground.