Every morning, when the sun rises, a biker wakes up, he knows he will have to run more than the e-biker.
Every morning, when the sun rises, an e-biker wakes up, knows that he will have to run more than the biker or he will be laughed at.
Life is hard today for the old biker who sees himself being targeted by this wave of new bikers. Oh yes, these are hard times, we are invaded by the Influencer virus (we hope that the Ambassadors will be able to fight it) and now it is the turn of these e-bikers, sometimes fat and arrogant. One morning, as the sun was rising and I was climbing the mountain, I heard a hum behind me, as annoying as a fly in my underwear.
Yes, he was an e-biker, and he wanted me to let him go: “no, I thought! With all the effort I am doing, he cannot pass me with a smile: life must be bitter, like coffee without sugar, without joys, raw ... and then ... government thief ... Disrespectful, I clearly saw the e-biker put in Turbo mode and pass me with contempt while I was electrocuted .. with the look. And not only. Every morning, when the sun rises, a biker wakes up and knows that he could die electrocuted by the current emitted by the e-biker.
Every morning, when the sun rises, an e-biker wakes up, he knows he will have to look a biker in the eye on a 37% stretch… while the battery could run out.
Every morning, it doesn't matter if you are a biker or an e-biker, the important thing is that you don't smash the balls to the next one. AND IF YOU DIE YOU MUST SAY IT FIRST ...
