Now With Extra MAYO!

Yes, you can never have too much of a good thing, just like extra mayo on a continental roll. With four meats, cheese, semi-dried tomatoes and artichoke hearts on a crispy bread roll - you can't go wrong.

So I went out yesterday and picked up a 2003 Yamaha R1 from my mate Vickers (cheers bro) with all the fruit and heaps of shit on the side.

Here's the deal. A week and a half ago, I was out to lunch with some old uni mates, namely Vickers and Gunns. We had dodgy Chinese food at the "usual" (Singapore Hawkers) and Vickers is telling me that it's all official, he's got a one-way ticket to Canada (-eh) and that he needs to sell the bike. So I'm like, "oh yeh, the R1, how's that going?". So he explains that he's taken it to a dealer to get an offer and that he doesn't really have time to sell it properly as he's off in a couple of weeks.

As he's telling me about the bike I'm thinking "that's a fucken sweet bike, kept in great nick, low kays and a crazy price"... After lunch, standing in the carpark I tell Vickers, "I need to make some calls". Two days later I was at the bank! Another nine days later its in my driveway. Look see...

So the question I've been getting asked is, "what are you doing with the 400?". The answer is obvious. I'm keeping it :) Two bikes are better than one.