I know if your riding a Triumph TR6C dont fuck with a 130 lb punk ass 16 year old on one. By the way, I wasnt the 130 lb punk ass 16 year old. I dont know how it cornered, he was too far ahead of me for me to see. I dont remember it being too much of a slouch in the corners though.
My Father was my maker. Poverty was my maker. Distrust was my maker. I have met them all my life.