The 6 million dollar bike

Okay… so it’s not 6 million, but it damn sure felt like it. The weekend was supposed to jsut me a few of us with the Chic Riders heading up to Globe, with the possibility of doing some work to JJ (dubbed Juggy junior by Q), until Friday night came about, Q called me and I called it an early evening to be up in time.

The trip to globe was pretty much a bust, it was cold, and very little to no signs of the suns poking through the clouds, we met up with the Chic Riders and saw them off, and headed over to Q’s.

Several Rockstar energy drinks , and Sbarro’s pizza later, JJ was rollin in it’s new threads.