Last night was interesting to say the least.
Mike and Brian, I'm really sorry for what happened to your bikes. Like I told you, Brian, I called our friend Bobbi about the temp plate situation. She left me a message on why the cops downtown are going to be dicks about it and not do anything about it. I guess there's a lot of leg work that has to happen. The temp plate isn't actually issued to the person, it's issued to the dealership that sold the car to the driver...blah, blah, blah
Brian call me with the plate number and then I can tell you the rest of the procedure, or better yet I can get you Bobbi's number and you can talk to her directly.
I completely missed the situation leading up to that guy getting knocked the fuck out. Rob and I were giving Brianna (my rider...yeah, yeah, it's cute and all don't start with the name similarity) and her friend (I don't think I ever got her name) a ride the long way to there place. I feel really bad for that guy because once again the USA, in a number of people's eyes, is going to look like one big shithole. Not only that, but what's up with the ambulance taking over 20 minutes to get there.
On top of that, the drunken girl that rear ended the taxi. We left and there still wasn't a cop over by them...that happened well over 30 minutes prior to us leaving.
Above all, even with all the excitement, last night was a lot of fun.
Now if only the rain will hold off for tonight and tomorrow, because Brianna wants me to call her today so that her and her friend can ride with us again and hit up the fireworks with us. Rob, the next time we will give them a better idea of what to do when they are on the back of the bikes. Last night we just told them to hold on tight...I guess your's was holding on a bit tighter than mine.