Dear Kev
Im sorry that you had to read a review so uninformative. Nothing can give you back the precious minutes that you wasted frustrating your parochial mind to the point you felt it necessary to add your incoherent two cents. Which, at best contributes absolutely nothing to the internet, and at worst misleads onlooker's opinions of the writer in question. Maybe this time would have been better spent masturbating over brake callipers whilst listening to Papa Roach. In future please try not let this get to you. I can even offer you relief from making the same mistake twice by suggesting you restrict your motorcycle review reading from now on to journalists such as Tiff Needell. Im sure that you could relate well to his ability to list a vehicle's many mechanical components and describe, using many one syllable adjectives, how much grip the tyres have through an apex. However I do ask in return that you try to consider, for everyones sake, this a piece of writing that transcends facts and explores creative writing and soulful truths. To wrap up, and to make sure that you recognise your crime, I will let you know that what you have managed to do is simultaneously cheapen everyones reading experience and insult one of the greatest writer/ journalists of our time with your ignorant mindless typing. Congratulations. Read a book. Open your mind. Or at least keep it to yourself. Thanks Kev.
RIP Hunter S. Thompson.
Jack.
