Amelia Bafang Whore ❤️

About Bamenda

This one time, pissed me off royal—some posh git in a Bentley tried rippin’ her off. Fifty quid short! She clocked him good, heel to the shin, and I’m cheerin’, “That’s my girl!” Made me happy, seein’ her fight back—tough as nails, no muckin’ about. Surprised me too, ‘cos you don’t expect that fire, y’know? Most blokes’d miss it, but me—Bond, “shaken, not stirred”—I spot the spark. She’s no damsel, she’s a bleedin’ volcano.

I went back to Bafang’s factory in China five years later. The difference is mindblowing

Hey QS motors! Why don't you provide users with data? We need to know the maximum phase current for your other motors.

Ohhh yeah, baby! Let me tell ya ‘bout Bafang (cm)! It's, like, one wild ride through a city that's got so much soul, man. Groovy, baby! So, check it… I wander these quirky streets – take Rue des Étoiles, for example. That street's, like, always buzzin’ with laughter and random little cafes that serve the dopest chai ever, man. I literally can’t get enough!

Replacing A Peanut Buttered Nylon Primary Reduction Gear On The BBS02