After a quick felt summer, my bike is gone.  Not to say i will never get another bike, because i will.  For those who have one can tell you that there is no other feeling that can describe riding a motorcycle than just ripping the throttle open and hearing the scream of engine, feeling the wind, seeing the road pass by faster and faster. and of course the blue and red lights behind you, oh yes. for those who know THIS feeling, know that this feeling makes your stomach drop like a water logged brick.

But i will never forget the memories i have had with my friends.  Which brings me to another great point to owning one of these contraptions.  As your time riding motorcycles increase you urge for more. what is more? it could be anything...speed, acceleration, new paint job, new rims, and company. This is the soul reason i miss my bike.   As the summer passed a group of 4 of my friends: joel, trevor, scott, and patrick became brothers to me.  we rode every possible day we could, we encouraged each other to push each one of us to get better at stunting, riding, everything.  Ill be back. that's a promise.

austin.

well what can i say, i've turned to the dark side...for now. I'm no euro nut, but i have enjoyed this car so far. it's defintaly no performance monster, but it suites my purpose that i need it to for now.  I actually picked up the car for $800. With a price tag like that my expectations wern't high, but i have been nothing but surpised.  this car rides terricaly with 175,000 miles on it! i plan on doing some minor modifications to it but nothing too extreme. i have purchased the full Tein H spec lowering springs, Gabriel Struts, badge lees front grille, and of course... the Autobots logo represents proudly on the right side of my front fascia.

The Woodward Dream Cruise is a classic car event held annually on the third Saturday of August. The WDC Event spans much of Woodward from Pontiac through Ferndale in Oakland County, Michigan, all the way to the State Fair Grounds inside the Detroit city limits, just south of 8 mile road.

During the post-war era, people would "cruise" in their cars along Woodward, from drive-in to drive-in, often looking for peers or friends who were also out for a drive, and perhaps seeking an opportunity for some street racing or at least a chance to light 'em up in a quick getaway from a new green traffic light.