Socially Blind Torah 
praised a colleague from the University of acquired motorcycle. He asked if I wanted to go to Chudów with his father - once a week on Thursdays in the warm summer days, collect a mixture of two-wheeler owners in the area. Why not? - I said, time to see the world so long awaited by me, I took the camera.
friend rides a Honda Deauville 650, a typical amount of tourism and with less horses than my hornetka. His father has a Yamaha, but unfortunately not counted the amount of chromium reflective glare blinded me, solar rays, but describe it as a chopper.
- You know Dad would go first because it is the weakest, and then we just we do not run - instructed a colleague.
fact, technically, my hardware is the fastest ....
- God damn, how they are so zapierdalają - calling on the road. With clenched teeth and hiding behind a small fairing is trying to catch up the remains of lost pride. I had to be the fastest, and even a little bit and I am lost. A red light at the intersection. I see from afar like waiting for me and behind them a string of cans. I save the reputation of rude pushing between vehicles and join the group.
- not burnt the feet of those silenced - shouted the mate, praising the virtues of the chimney.
Green shot singles and gas ... Now I do not escape, and in fact, go more slowly - relieved.
This corresponded to ride me, loosened the grip of his teeth and began to relax, where the motorcycle suddenly begins to choke, very sharp pull and the wheel ran off to the left *, but I held her, I stood in the middle of the road before the intersection. Motor turns but no fire. Waterfall profanity swept through the mouth. Friend's father had disappeared after the intersection, a colleague of the cross before the green light, despite waiting until I invent something and take your ass from the middle of the road. I began to wander down and drove to the center line of the road - do not know why I thought then that this is a good idea. Mastered the stress and come up with. Rapid movement turned the faucet on RES Baku and after a while Ixil howled around the throat ... we went to the castle.
- Reserve, right? fill the tank at the nearest station, because the second surprise is not so nice - a friend's father said. Meanwhile
packed jacket to the side szafeczek Deauville, helmet fastened to the steering wheel and the camera hung around his neck. Time to learn how to taste the world motonitów Chudów.
Taking pictures
bikes quickly got bored, even the girls was not too much. I bought a cold Sprite and sat under a tent with benches.
Generally, offending no one looked like a grand rally of farmers breeding their pets. I'm still young and many do not understand - just wanted to get back as soon as possible on the bike and ride.
attraction proved to be an older man to build on the great body of Pinocchio chopperze with a huge tire pinned behind his back. With no restraint curiously watched as the man struggled, trying to undo and maneuver between other vehicles - disappointed not kicked in, I went back to the waning Sprite.
hour later we entered the farm and at the crossroads of convenience, we had to say goodbye.
-Whore, so zapierdala again. Unscrew the gas and agricultural focus entirely on catching up with a mate and other zapierdalaczy before me, who went from the castle. I pass them the vehicle behind the vehicle, doing well, but no bastard does not intend to wait for me. Red Vectra, and the vehicle in front of him, "Long Vehicle", all of it from the left side, without waiting for the world doing stupid maneuver and descend on the right - gas. A moment of hesitation and with a light field is pre-emptive surrender motorcycles it will not stay pushed out of the way ... GAZ! Hornetka almost breaks my hands and was flat to the front probably passing "długasa" ... moment, and where is the red Vectra? except at the last moment to see that it is right next to me and just as surprised as me. Total wyprzedzaliśmy and both wanted a proper place for us. It just ahead of the normal side. The driver of the Vectra was more awake and pulled further ahead in the long unexpected obstacle, I do not chase.
caught up at the intersection of all chojraków Ease into the red steel like mad dogs, waved goodbye to a buddy and I left the station, I was glad that he can get off the seat and fill up. Really happy.
* The rapid movement of the steering wheel as I believe was caused by a strong jerk of the promoter, who choked by a lack of fuel and bad luck would have it, I was on the thick-coated forming lewoskręt line before the junction - a very slippery surface, even on a dry day.
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