Dayum, I feel like an idiot.
I went to send Gord a picture of an old Indian Motorcycle and the link took him to a nasty, nasty place.
My bad, I thought I caught the time stamp at the bottom of the picture and instead it took him to nasty land.
Understandably, he was quite confused and didn't have a clue as to what I wanted him to see.
"No more of that" kind of response.
I finally clicked on the link I sent him and figured it out quite pronto.
My Bad, sorry bud.
This is what I wanted you to see.
No brakes or clutch handles on the bars.
No gear shifter, and ahem, the cute little seat on the rear fender.
I went to send Gord a picture of an old Indian Motorcycle and the link took him to a nasty, nasty place.
My bad, I thought I caught the time stamp at the bottom of the picture and instead it took him to nasty land.
Understandably, he was quite confused and didn't have a clue as to what I wanted him to see.
"No more of that" kind of response.
I finally clicked on the link I sent him and figured it out quite pronto.
My Bad, sorry bud.
No brakes or clutch handles on the bars.
No gear shifter, and ahem, the cute little seat on the rear fender.
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