That's us.
That's also us.
La O.G. Flaca is in the house, personalized helmet et al. We meet up with the gang out in the valley, the support truck takes off before everyone while all the scooters are filling up. The other guys have brand new scooters and are hell on wheels for realz. They're doing burn-outs and donuts and driving 90mph. This baby tops out around 60mph and he's never driven a scooter on the freeway before, oh well. We're on the 101 North now, alone. Oh - and I left all my money the pocket of the jacket I had intended to wear which apparently was too long.
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