NO IT'S NOT A BLOODY XR1200

 YESTERDAY THE BRAKES ON MY CAR WORE THEM SELVES OUT SO I HAD TO GET THE BIKE READY FOR WORK TODAY.
AFTER A FULL DAY AT WORK I WAS IN THE SHED TILL 10 LAST NIGHT . I WAS COMPLEETLY FUCKED AND IT WASN'T READY SO I THOUGHT 'FUCK IT ILL PUT SOME MOLE GRIPS ON THE BRAKE LINE (DAVES IDEA) AND FINISH THE BIKE TOMOROW NIGHT,
AT 4.30 THIS MORN' I WAS WIDE AWAKE SO I FOUND MY-SELF IN THE SHED BLEADING BRAKES, WIRING BACK LIGHTS AND MAKING SURE EVERYTHING WAS TIGHT.

 I HAD A FEW ISUES DRIVING TO WORK , BUT NOW ITS SORTED.
 IT HANDLES BETTER THAN I EXPECTED, BUT I FEAR IM GUNNA SPEND THE REST OF MY TIME SAYING"IT'S NOT AN XR1200"

 WHY DIDNT I JUST BUY AN XR1200. BECAUSE A THE TIME I DIDN'T THINK I WANTED ONE AND THERE IS TOO MUCH PLASTIC ON THEM. INSTEAD I HAVE A BIKE THAT IS ME, ALL MINE AND ISNT JUST A SHOP- BOUGHT HARLEY. IT ANIT A SHOW BIKE BECAUSE I USE IT AND IF IT WAS TOO SHINEY I WOULDN'T.