She went home at 1 nothing happened but she stayed really long because I got up to piss and she passed the fuck out on my couch so I went up to my room and grabbed my vape and hobbled out to the garage.
I pulled the dust cover off and threw it put of the way. She just sat there taunting me really, she was a custom 2000cc made out of fabricated and made too fit part from hundreds of different bikes the forks were off of a 75 Harley Davidson Fat boy and I custom ordered all the fenders.
It was a metallic flake crimson red with gold trim my best friend in the whole world painted it for me before he died. He would always paint became hands were to shaky but he didn't know how to really build them he could fix bikes but not build them.
He died on my old 1800 Yamaha. He took a turn on the lake to fast and flipped it 5 times and it collapsed the gas tank and a spark from the metal caused it to catch fire and explode.
I took a hit from my vape and let out a HUGE cloud. I got on and tucked my cane in between my saddle bag and fender and fired her I rolled her out and went for a ride it was the first time I had gone out since he died.
