The person named in the title above belong to the species homo motardus "(I know it hurts, but in all families, there are branches shameful). The chick
listening to music from Keke. (Which is distinguished by its construction and pentatonic based on binary "ksss poom! Ksss pum!).
The vehicle is a sporty chick. Which is instantly recognizable to the pure sports.
The pure sports is usually "full power" with just a little Yoshi 'which is fine. The sporty chick
is "full option": paint, fluorescent bubble, footrests and handlebars anodized nipples, real fake carbon inserts ...
level of dress, the chick has a penchant for bright colors that marry a taste lacks clarity. The idea base is that it should flash as possible. The summit of art being attained by the few Jedi Knights kékéterie according to the principle of psychotic chameleon.
Principle I remind you of the following formula:
You take a chick, you clothe his ceremonial dress and you put a chameleon on his shoulder. If the reptile rolls his eyes as if he were put on a kilt and become hysterical, changing color at random: the goal is reached.
The chick comes out that his horse at the weekend when the weather is definitely riveted on the weather. The lower stratus isolated an azure sky gives him cold sweats. He goes out at night too (of course, during the week they work like everyone else. You have to pay the credit of the sport "full options") but only in areas lit. Let us not forget the basic principle of any chick: die or be seen.
The chick is sociable and research company. Gaining entry into the circle of a chick is easy.
First, there is no need to own a motorcycle. Just marvel at his craft. This flattered you will drink he invented technical reference and as a measure (I met a Apprenticeship chick who assured me that without laughing his 750 genes of 1988 was 180 HP!), references meant, I said, to impress the guy like you. Do not be afraid to ask a stupid question. The chick will thank you because you put so worth with his entourage.
Despite his tendency to frequent the cafe terraces, the chick does not drink more than others (no less), the only drug that is simply the admiration or curiosity it triggers in others.
Weekdays, nothing really distinguishes a chick from a human lambda. Contrary to homo motardus standard version, the chick recalled silly string lacks any sign of his biker activity in everyday life. It comes to life on Saturday when he dons his suit of lights like a bullfighter before entering the arena.
Because that representation is about. Certainly there will be no killing (the chick does not like risk as evidenced by a thorough study of his rear tire) but it's a parade, a celebration of man and machine.
This leads to talk about the essential accessory of the chick. This accessory without which no machine so beautiful and it is also shiny, would be nothing: The female chick.
For convenience, we call Kekette. Freudian nickname if any, but oh so in the spirit of the subject. Kekette to delete its a chick and it is nothing. Not even a shadow of chick. The
Kekette often shy at first. Nature is somewhat reserved and of average intelligence (even low average) in his everyday life, his personality needs of symbiosis with a chick (and vice versa) to speak on Saturday evening. But put several together and they are agitated Kekette like little crazy and chat with a chuckle as the turkeys who know they will be filled with Christmas.
The style of dress Kekette is a mix of heterogeneous tissue whose dominant color is reminiscent of holding his chick. This so they are easily recognized in the crowd. That said, it incorporates some ingredients typically female in order to further enhance its chick. A neon pink thong
it will show a willingness on his John's hipster in arching the back, tattooed with a tribal pattern esoteric passenger on the ottoman of his sports chick. A chest
(95c natural or not is the minimum required to be an acceptable Kekette) generously overflowing the top of a small flake "like Brittney (size 12, bought on sale at The Gallery Farfouillette) worn under a jacket imitation motorcycle always open.
It is obvious that wearing boots needle, a navel piercing and tanned to have the UV is highly recommended. Gustatory customs of chick that he likes doing the turkey breast, it is necessary and even desirable that it is golden none. The
Kekette is attached to its chick in a symbiotic way. Without it, no social life. Without this relationship, Josiane Kekette remain the central fund of Leclerc down the ZUP including the duration of the weekend. But thanks to chick, that sees in her what she was hiding in the depths of his being and who has managed to fill this need for social recognition and give him the material, she can finally enjoy the world of its radiant existence . She loves her
chick until the end of time as long as it continues to provide him with the lifestyle she deserves. Otherwise, what do you is the harsh law of survival.
But do not complain too hastily the fate of our chick. Kekette knows that if she indulges take overweight or if it is not the best equipped in terms of plastic, it will repudiate as fast as a sports showing 3000 km on the odometer. Keke
be ruthless if it has failed to start and if it loses some of its freshness because of some scratches on the tank - there stretch marks or understand this is most noticeable on a Kekette. The chick
appreciates the mythological stories motorcyclists. Stories countertops, knees on the ground, wheeling to a background of 6, "How I ate pizza with Valentino Rossi" and "Last week when I was in the States, I rode a shovel Jolleen Farmer "etc..
Such is life. Kekette chick walks on his motorcycle doing well psychic keep the engine running in order to benefit everyone (including those that it does not interest) for his exceptional life. The chick is an exhibitionist who loves to pervert what others (men or women) admire his Kekette.
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