About a month ago, me and my boy James were blazing about 1/4 at my house. We finished the 1/4 and needed to go pickup another 1/2 Ounce. The connect's house was about 10 blocks away. My boy james has this pee wee herman looking bike. The company is called "Hampton Cruiser" Anyway, its about 9 at night, its pretty dark. We decide to go and pick up the 1/2. I was sitting on his handle bars, and he was steering the bike. The connect lives on a really busy avenue, so he is dodging cars in the street, and we almost crashed about 10 times on the way. Finally we're about 3 blocks away and he swerves to the right of a benz and on our right, a celica is creeping up at about 40 miles, and my boy doesnt see it. He is about to hit the car from the side so i jump off the handle bars and land on the car's hood while my boy just crashes into the side of the car's hood and he flips over his handle bars and lands on top of me. We're both completely booted, and laughing histerical as the driver of the car is completely pissed, even though it was his fault. James just got the bike back up and i hopped on the handle bars again and we were on our way. The ride home was a nightmare, im never letting him ride me on his bike high again.
yeah, we've been almost killed many of times of that god damn bike. We call it the weed delivery pee wee herman bike.
That sucks dude. I live in the middle of nowhere in virginia, and my neighbor and me get high all the time and our main dealer lives a mile away and i can just use a path and break into the road for bout a tenth of a mile and go meet up with him so i use my neighbors 4 wheeler all the time to go and pick up some herb because my car is totaled, and one afternoon at like 6, we had just smoked a few bowls and im gonna go pick us up some more, like no big deal, i do it every other time he does, to take turns. I crashed it into a tree because some dick put a rock in the path and made me fly off. it really sucked and i had to pay 500 bucks to fix it.