So, I live in Arizona for the time being, but the other day I was riding in California. I pulled over to fill up gas, took my helmet off, dangled it atop my sissy bar, and walked into the shop to get a bite. When I got back on my bike to take off, I started her up and pulled up to the street. I looked both ways before safely pulling onto the street. There I was looking at the onramp to the highway, and I was like, wait.....something doesn't feel right. Sure enough, I pulled over and there was my helmet still just carrying on atop my sissy bar, like a passenger with a helmet on. hahahahahahaha. The shit that happens when you get customary with a state that has no helmet law. Oh, and in other related news, don't get caught with ammunition in your pockets on a plane, more of my first world problems, getting customary with a state that has no gun laws.
Oh, Arizona. hahahahahaha
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