I get heartaches much often these days. Every single time I hear that roaring high pitch sound of a 125Z that whizzes past me. The rev and the clutch shifting is absolutely torturing to hear now. And I always turn around to see but it wasn't mine.
On another note, here's a photo for the memories.
That's me with the Reebok shirt!
Saturday, October 30, 2004
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