1badassX
09-19-2007, 06:34 PM
Up at 5:30am, off to work for a long, yet sunny and pleasant day.
So I finally get home, kick off the shoes and begin to settle in for a relaxing evening with the family and of course, the T.V. and all of the sudden I get the ever noticable text sound on my phone.?.?.
The message says "Are you home? I'm at Buffalo Street in Canandaigua!"
From who you ask.... None other than THE BOBO Himself!!!!!!!!!
"Sweet" I say. "I'll get ready!" So I go out front and sit down to wait for him. All of the sudden this green buger looking thing flies right past the house! I thought it was something from beyond , and just when hes almost out of sight, he turns to see me waving. After a throw of the arm and a rev limiter crack of the pipes, he turns around and somehow calmly lands in the driveway.
After an amount of what I belive was 2 beers, and then having my Son believe the cops were coming, the statement was made that THE BOBO may crash here for the night. "Very cool" I say. "Let's go for a ride and then come back and drink the rest of the brews." So we proceeded to do so.
We throw the leathers on and some how, kicking and screaming, I end up on the BUGER BIKE?????? We make it to the petro station and feed the Buger Bike. I somehow got my beloved F back and we throttled on to all the alley ways of Cdga. CRACKING the pipes so loud that women and children hid behind buildig s!!! ( well one chicky did scream pretty loud.) We finish with our childish antics and head home. Of course only to get stuck behind some slow moving cages. They suddenly turn off and here come the X's!!!!!!! Missing shifts and everything we proceed to 97mph, (in a 45 - Sorry Mick :wink: ), crest a hill and I woulda swore that THE BOBO was about to paint some ladies car a funny green color!! THANK GOD she stopped!!
We get to the driveway, I pull in the shed and then hear this roaring sound and see smoke everywhere! After a good ten foot patch of Darkside in front of the driveway, we proceed in to polish off the brews.
6am Weds morning rolls around and I go to make my usual extra strong pot - o - joe. Upon doing so I was rudely interrupted by this loud gagging / choking snore bellowing from The Bobos nose. " BOBO WAKE UP!!!" I say this 3 times before he rolls over and says "your too loud!" So finally up and ready, The Bobo leathers up and climbs on the Buger. Fires her up and heds off for the 1 1/2 hr. journey to work. (in the same clothes as yesterday I might add :lol: )
ALL OF THE ABOVE STATEMENTS ARE TRUE TO THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE.
So be aware... what He says is true. " You never know where The Bobo's gonna go."
Definately a better Tuesday night than I can remember in a long time. The doors open anytime Bobo. And that goes for the rest of youse!! Thanks!!!!
BADASS
So I finally get home, kick off the shoes and begin to settle in for a relaxing evening with the family and of course, the T.V. and all of the sudden I get the ever noticable text sound on my phone.?.?.
The message says "Are you home? I'm at Buffalo Street in Canandaigua!"
From who you ask.... None other than THE BOBO Himself!!!!!!!!!
"Sweet" I say. "I'll get ready!" So I go out front and sit down to wait for him. All of the sudden this green buger looking thing flies right past the house! I thought it was something from beyond , and just when hes almost out of sight, he turns to see me waving. After a throw of the arm and a rev limiter crack of the pipes, he turns around and somehow calmly lands in the driveway.
After an amount of what I belive was 2 beers, and then having my Son believe the cops were coming, the statement was made that THE BOBO may crash here for the night. "Very cool" I say. "Let's go for a ride and then come back and drink the rest of the brews." So we proceeded to do so.
We throw the leathers on and some how, kicking and screaming, I end up on the BUGER BIKE?????? We make it to the petro station and feed the Buger Bike. I somehow got my beloved F back and we throttled on to all the alley ways of Cdga. CRACKING the pipes so loud that women and children hid behind buildig s!!! ( well one chicky did scream pretty loud.) We finish with our childish antics and head home. Of course only to get stuck behind some slow moving cages. They suddenly turn off and here come the X's!!!!!!! Missing shifts and everything we proceed to 97mph, (in a 45 - Sorry Mick :wink: ), crest a hill and I woulda swore that THE BOBO was about to paint some ladies car a funny green color!! THANK GOD she stopped!!
We get to the driveway, I pull in the shed and then hear this roaring sound and see smoke everywhere! After a good ten foot patch of Darkside in front of the driveway, we proceed in to polish off the brews.
6am Weds morning rolls around and I go to make my usual extra strong pot - o - joe. Upon doing so I was rudely interrupted by this loud gagging / choking snore bellowing from The Bobos nose. " BOBO WAKE UP!!!" I say this 3 times before he rolls over and says "your too loud!" So finally up and ready, The Bobo leathers up and climbs on the Buger. Fires her up and heds off for the 1 1/2 hr. journey to work. (in the same clothes as yesterday I might add :lol: )
ALL OF THE ABOVE STATEMENTS ARE TRUE TO THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE.
So be aware... what He says is true. " You never know where The Bobo's gonna go."
Definately a better Tuesday night than I can remember in a long time. The doors open anytime Bobo. And that goes for the rest of youse!! Thanks!!!!
BADASS