bonthan

I was at work, then I went on break. It was dark. I took my motorcycle and went to a nearby gas station, entered the market and bought something. When I ride back to my work, the position on the bike felt weird, it felt as if I was riding a Harley rather than my sportbike, the handle was too high. I stopped and realized that my bike was distorted at what look like a wooden praying mantis. My dad came and tried to fix the bike for me. There is an asshole customer holding a plastic bag, yelling at us. Finally, my dad fixed (or trimmed) my motorcycle down, but it was still wooden.