Me and TJ have a bet going with the current presidential election, I can't tell you what the bet is, but I will tell you that if TJ wins the bet than I have to shave my head, and if I win the bet than TJ has to grow my same hair cut. TJ is fully against anything metro. He had a CLS500 one time and traded it in cause he says it's a chick car, and won't even wear tight jeans so if I win he's going to be so bummed. We always used to have ridiculous bets back in the day but this one takes the cake for sure.
Today after training, I spent over an hour scraping the tint and the thick ass layer of glue off my two side windows for my fix it ticket. Although my friend JJ is going to put the tint back on for me later tonight, I had to strip it to get a cop to sign the ticket off so I didn't have to pay $190.00. After all was said and done, I went to the police station to get a cop to sign it and he didn't even come outside and look at my car just signed the ticket and handed it back. Damnit. Oh well. At least he didn't come notice the tint on my windshield and write me a new ticket instead of signing my old one.
Tomorrow I'm rollin' back to Cali to do some riding on the weekend, but not before I step out on the town with Mcgonikill tonight. I'm sure I'll have a good story tomorrow. Late.