Before entering the Grand Kékéien ridiculous, let your mind empty. Forget that you're on the net, open your chakras. Take a deep breath, observe the silence, turn off the light, light a candle and USING it, ignite a stick of your favorite fragrance, install it in its burning smell and get ready to explore the universe even before kékéien.
What you read is not representative of the Community Motard, these are just the worst ambassadors, exhibitionists, absurd, néantissimes, and if they were Americans, could all be called George W.
Unfortunately they are far from home. You see them on Saturday night, they are the ones who tarnish your well deserved rest with their exhaust and free fatty populassiers their laughter.
you hear them? Roar you hear these savage 4 in 1? They are coming into our bars lead our beers and clutter our sidewalks.
Follow me, friend (s) drive (trice) ... Do not worry ... I'll guide you through the maze of life kékéienne. If, by chance, none of the great vertigo makes you turn your head, take my hand and never let go.
Me and only me know the way home ...
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