charlieqian
Member
Ali is really bad; he needs our help and support. His ego is bruised, his new jacket has grass stains, his new boots has mud on it, and his spirit is broken. Jeff and I rode up to hwy 9 and 10, found Ali sitting by his broken bike, the tears in his eyes told a story of a broken hearted man, a kid that just lost his best friend. It was sad. We comforted him, Jeff wiped Ali’s tears, I decided to start his bike but it just wouldn’t turn. So we started to walk the bike and caress it ever so gently, Jeff started singing to the bike and we all did a dance to cheer her up but nothing. When all else failed we called Duc Mark for help, he offered to pick up the bike in his Dodge Ram but before Mark could get to us we got the bike started. We rode Ali home; sorry I mean Ali rode his bike home.
What a day, I’m tired, wet, cold and …………………..
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