I see I'm late to this party but is there any room for a rice-burning, knee-draggin', crotch rocket rider in your illustrious group?
Yeah, you can have the space he reserved for me, cos like he totally had one, being hopelessly in love with me and everything, and is probably devastated at my decision to not join. In fact, that's probably why he's been quiet on here today - he's probably running up and down the moors in a frilly shirt, waving a rapier around against the bleak sky and crying "Oh me! Oh curse the very day I set eye 'pon thy wit like the very rapier in mine hand! Why dost thou reject me so cruelly!"
Cos he's not really a biker y'know. He's a big girl's blouse. You can tell by the camp avatar.
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