And there at the entrance was my brother’s “Hayabusa X1”!
But since that one has a “serial number and is the real deal,” I realized we’re not actually related by blood ★
Asakawa was so busy answering the phone that kept ringing,
so in times like this, “the polite thing to do at the shop is to leave without getting in the way,”
so I headed back right away ★
Everywhere I went, people asked “What’s with the wheelie?” and “Did this bike have an arm like this?” and such,
so Becky ended up covering the lettering before taking it for a test ride.
All of my own motorcycles’ inspections have expired…
Ding.
