I have been lurking for a while now and have made one observation.
You guys really actually fucking do have yer heads up inside your rectal cavity gnawing at the encrusted faeces that resides on the walls of the source of your verbosity.
You really are a bunch of Yank wanks who huvnae a clue aboot what actually merits respect and awe in a motorbike.
Particularily Todd...who goes on about the hayabugly as if it's his sphincter borne son yet he feels the need to big bore his. If it wiz soooo good, why the fuck bore it out? Particularily as you have never actually thrashed it at a proper meet. When i say you, i don't mean in the terrestrial sense, i mean in the bubbling primordial festering single-celled world of the VD mites from the Quadruped-wanking Farticulates 'hood in our galaxy!
In summary therefore, i would just like to say that i enjoy humiliating your inbred brethren over here and look forward to the day that me and my steed comes over an woops yer sorry arses beyond all recognition. Not that you would know what recognition means as...a) It's too long a word and , b) recognition isn't something that you could be familiar with, with a mirror being a source of utter horror for yer sad pansy arses who ride the second fastest but ugliest bike in the known universe.
FK