badgererickson
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Hello, my name is Badger and I am an addict. It seems the good Lord is calling me to Italy, and I can't shake it. Ducatis, food, wine, women....a Maserati GranTurismo shook me into this realization; we needed a new roof and gutters, but there I was ( well, still kind am ) figuring out where to put that car....Lord, help deliver me from these difficulties of self, the pasta, sauce, Desmo valves, Ferarri-esque plume dreams from a Bologna trumpet flute pushing out TurboBlue 110 Octane stink that's found mostly at the track, leaving a gray-blue ash residue on the pipes that says F&*K yes. America. When does it end? When they're putting my box in the ground, but these bikes, guns, and guitars shall live on......w/o further ado, here is another piece of Italia....the Pedersoli 1886/71 in God's caliber for Venezuelan deliveries, 45-70.... 