The ride was a little bumpy but they were handling it. Until the tacos she ate for lunch came back to haunt them both. A gout of flame was the last anyone ever saw of them as they rocketed away at greater than 200 miles per hour.
(Yes, I know it's a little long and a fart joke....but I couldn't resist.)
Bike manufacturer: Our bikes are built for ass.
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