Some say i'm ugly, my owner thinks i'm a work of art, the death of other bikes made me what I am today, their bodys came to good use for they where on their last ride and where badly damaged, I am a worker, I work hard, i'm very heavy, but I ride very nice, I make some noise, I'm from the 1970, and even 2000's, My owner calls me his tank, I pull and carrie anything he puts on me, I grow almost everyday, I'm getting new paint to soon he says, wonder what color i'll be, his other bikes envy me, they are nice and pretty looking yet he rides me everyday to work even though I weigh alot, Aparently i'm very fun to ride, one day I was hit by one of those motomonsters, because my size I only got a small dent, I'm safe, fun and a work of art, and helped many bikes out along the way.


Good, save as many as you can, I save any bike, even if I don't want it I make sure it finds a new home, why let them live at the dump?

This is My work horse, It's wonderful!