Ouch.

I hit a pot hole on I-94 so hard last night that my tire grabbed the tail light license plate thingy and folded it up under the seat. I was so stoked I didn't break my back/crash/bend a rim/blow a tire that I didn't even notice I rode the last 20 miles home w/o a tail light until I went to hop on this morning. Keep in mind there is a good 7-8 inches from the tire to the mount. Fuckin' gnar.



The photo was taken after I had bent it back some... It was so fucked I couldn't even see the shit with the seat on.