Camilla Jolie Travestis

time to get an error I made during the fall. Another such tipper motorcycle news services gave a chance to earn a few pennies, which I preferred to pour into Baku.

empty parking lot nearby department store and sunny weather, has created ideal conditions to make up the knowledge and skills. Strong gas wrzutkę the two, dispersal systems and emergency braking. And so dozens of times, until I gained confidence and courage to use the brakes to the appropriate strength. 30 minutes spent in acceleration and fierce braking tired hands and I left the parking lot.

Nine days later, I drove into town a bit late. Wiślanki junction with the road 44th Cans red tail reflects a vision of lost consecutive seconds, which were very valuable. Yellow, green light and full throttle - before the driver will realize that they are not ones I'd already thrown the intersection. Graceful wyminięcie queue between the island and the thickness of the paint, the machine runs, the last projection of the left eye before ... stop stop stop stop, the brakes evenly played as drums. He stops just before the wheels of the fast truck, which winds gently leads me to the right. She grabs the balance. Blood flowed from his head, his hands got convulsions. Without thinking trying to pick up the pieces and move on. - Triple, no - the number one, play, number one ... I'm looking for gear. Crawls out from the crossing. I passed the exam, the other day, I stand at the altar as a witness, a friend got married. Another joy that I could be there ... Learn!

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Morning mist settled down mercilessly on the fairing of the helmet, and the warm air evaporates from paragraph glasses glass turns milky. Delicate open helmet solves the problem of visibility at the expense of beating the cold face. I prefer a bit cooler ride with good visibility, than to land the drogowskazie comfortable, warm conditions.

exercise relapse in the parking lot I imagine if I had avoided my globe, and there is everything what you wish for. Doing foot circle around paint filled life, accompanied by the one voiced melody came to your from good Syren, the data as a map and a compass would not get lost.

Streets in the morning are not always predictable, they are different than in the south. In the morning they seem ślizkie, tight. Wasted, sleepy, or have the red phone to the ear of the driver, effectively carry my full concentration to the morning power. Corks and creepy little snowmen waves roll through the depths in which they affect. Sailing in the waves, with violent winds. Lighthouses warn me before entering the grounding. A creature or fish for Burda, almost breaking up with my body, waving to me, the wind pushing me forward. Emerges from the roundabout straight sails and remove the gas, catch the wind, evoking everything around me, feathered freaks screeching. Sometimes it seems as if those few moments the world took on the breath, everything is in place, the head turned toward something and wait disappears behind the hill, an iceberg melts, you can go back to the plans of the day.

Sune top right on the river of people, at this time is more than usual. Current forces me to complete the anchor. Waiting with his hands when stacked, curious stare, and fish in the stream of flying there. Could do with a dam. Suddenly struck with how to fish the river looked at me, went on shore with great butter eyes and shakes his head left and right. I focused on it full attention. Then he raised high above the fin took his head, cut the air from top to bottom and again, this time raised the height of fins and waved from left to right. Shrewd shivers down my spine as when a small flock of fleeing planktoniku. I dropped them, I smiled broadly, but we see this fish could not. Hastily jumped into the stream and disappeared with the others. The river dried up.

Blessed or cursed, I will choose the map and compass, after all ... Ahoy!

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Return of Katowice on a sunny day.

relieve red light turns to a minimum, propped his foot on roadways, I opened the glass window and started a helmet to look around. What was my surprise that the belt further to the right side is black motorcycle, huge and quiet with a great engine shaking the whole world, but the motorcyclist and his passenger. Waved his hand to them a little confused, responded with smiles open'faców. We stood for a long time, when his motorcycle began to howl a strong bang between, other cars, and trees surrounding blokowiskami straight to my drums in my ears.
- Why are you so impatient? - I ask myself.
- probably will not want to ... - Gently shut the glass window and threw the helmet number one with a bang provocateur, curled lips, looked silently at the alleged enemy. He sat relaxed and erect the furious host. Green!

heart stopped for those few seconds. Note silencer seized all the frenetic mind, the way thin like a thread, two stripes, white strip between them. Growls fiercely, I do not see him in the mirrors, but I know it is right next door. First Winkiel at startup nearly throws me on his waist, easy and fast consecutive shooting speed. I feel his breath on my neck. All around shaking, full concentration. At this point I am forced to either free up ahead of me, or unscrew the gas roll harder to stick in front of him before time runs downhill lane. I chose the second option. Yet I had never heard such a sound to be able to tear my ears. Was flat in front of him and began to flee to seal the satisfaction.

slowed to a speed acceptable to the Highway Code and joyfully verts wells scattered along the way as children's porridge. The next intersection forcing me to stop. Push in between the vehicles to the front, where he arrived after a few breaths, the dissatisfied.

not look at him. But I know what will happen next. I hear you threw the number one. Green ... Speed \u200b\u200bover a spatial Great Black leaves me behind, confused lost fractions of a second to deal with. Chase it, but I know that I lose this round. I passed him when he was going down as OBI, waved to the top of the thumb in the thanks and congratulations. Next time, I'll be better prepared ...