sportsters, like women, can't live with them, can't live without them, when mine was pissing oil out of the front-pot head gasket, all over my leg and the back tyre was as bald as a badger's arse and barse's gearbox bearings gave up the ghost you just want to throw it in a ditch, but when their sorted and running sweet, [iv'e dropped two discs out of the supertrapp and put the shorty s+s bellmouth back on], well, fight the power!
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