I had a good 14. I knew my hometown back to front, and my bike took me everywhere I needed to go. At least that’s how I remember it now. Maybe my 14 was trash. Certainly I wasn’t sliding someone else’s Ford GT around a snow-covered race track.
I had a good 14. I knew my hometown back to front, and my bike took me everywhere I needed to go. At least that’s how I remember it now. Maybe my 14 was trash. Certainly I wasn’t sliding someone else’s Ford GT around a snow-covered race track.