Some update Damn I was gonna write stuff but David and Will are getting on my ass and telling me to go grocery shopping with them and I'm still in my underwear! Well anyways check out my photos section and you'll see pics of me and Sheldon putting on frame sliders for my bike....I'm gonna go put on some clothes.
I fell, again Ok here's what happened.. I decided to go for a little ride before my friend came over to meet me. I was riding around the U of M campus and decided to take a turn that I normally don't take. I think my entry speed was a little fast for that turn because I didn't expect this turn to be more than 90 degrees. So I said 'ok I can handle this, I've been reading Twist 2 by Keith Code'. I rolled on the throttle and leaned, I had to lean more than usual. Then I felt my bike starting to slide. I put my my right hand on the asphalt as I slid, that was hot, so then I lifted my hand off. When I stopped I was afraid to lift the bike and see the scratched fairing cuz I did slide for quite a bit. I lift the bike and there was no damage! Because Sheldon and I had just put in the Yoyodyne frame sliders! I checked out the bike for any more damages other than the scraped slider, nope. Just when I was about to ride away the guy in the car behind me who was watching me the whole time showed me where I lost control. He said I lost traction because there was gravel. I looked back and there was gravel! Quite a bit of gravel, and I didn't see it. He said I should contact the city and tell them to sweep that crap away. Wow thank god for those frame sliders! My right hand has a few blisters on it from putting it down for a little bit. My right knee is scraped and there's some yellow juice coming out of it right now. My favorite pair of jeans have a hole in them now! Other than that, everything is a-ok.
Give me work! Today is my first real workday. I got here at 8AM and I work till 5PM with 1 class inbetween. I wish I had some real work to do, like help people. All of us new guys have no access to anything, we can't even take calls to help people. However I did get to take some calls on Wednesday and Friday, it didn't seem so bad, it's actually a lot of fun trying to read peoples' minds inorder to help them. Update on last night Last night I went to First Thursday again which is the once a month event where a bunch of motorcycles get together at Dulono's pizza on Lake St. and just hang out. As usual over 200 bikes showed up. I met some of my buddies there and met some new people, and even another female rider who is asian, woah that's like double rare. And she can pop a wheelie with her 250, triple rare! Anyways at the end of the night I was waiting for Sara to leave and I leaned back on my bike. Then I heard people say "Oh shit!" and I looked up. As I looked up, my bike was tipping over. It fell over on another bike next to me! There I was laying on my bike that knocked over another bike in a domino effect, how embarrassing. I got up and lifted my bike up and the other one too. Good thing the owner wasn't there but I left my number and he called me pretty quick. He was pretty nice about it, I offered to help him replace the damaged parts which were just a break level, a foot peg and the mirror. In case you want to knoy why it tipped, the bike was parked on uneven asphalt....damn I gotta watch out for that instability.
The epidemy of bad luck Some of you already know about how much bad luck I've had these past few months....well this one tops them all. I went to the Mall of America last night for happy hour at Hooters. I came out and my bike was gone. Stolen. I am so sad...it's hurts to know that some bitch out there is f*cking riding my baby!!!! I hope that bitch dies in a horrible horrible accident from riding my yellow furry. I reported it to the police and insurance people. I just don't want think about it anymore, I just hope they find it and it comes back to me. If YOU took my bike and you're reading this right now, please return it. You have my word that I won't hurt you or turn you in. But if you're reading this and you took my bike and you don't return it to me, YOU better pray to God/Budha/Ala/or whatever cuz if I f*ckin ever see on my bike I will run your f*ckin ass over. Don't mess with a Chinese man's motorcycle, never ever. Ok I know hate won't bring it back, but all you thieves out there will burn like a mother f*cker.
I will ride again I've had a couple of dreams about my motorcycle these past few nights. I've made up my mind about riding in the future and I just wanted to say something to everyone who thinks I shouldn't ride anymore. I will do it again and no one will stop me, I love it. When I put my first mile on my first motorcycle, I fell in love and I knew I will never turn back. It is my passion, I've experienced freedom on two wheels and things that many people will never get the chance to. During the two months that I had my motorcycle, I've met a lot of people that are out of this world. Fellow bikers that would break any negative stereotype that people have about us. Bikers are all different people, people of different race, religion, profession, but we all share the love for the motorcycle. When I got a bike it was like I just joined a club, other bikers waved at me. They cared about what's going on in my life and how safe I am on the road. Hell, they're more anal than my parents when it comes to proper gear. You can't hop on your bike without having my biker buddies tell you to wear your gear, cuz you never know when you might go down. Sometimes I feel like people who don't ride don't really understand why I love it. No I don't ride a motorcycle to pick up chicks or look cool! I've NEVER picked up chicks on my bike, never offered rides to random girls and I refused to give rides to them. And no I don't ride a bike because it's fuel efficient. I ride the piss out of it and everywhere I go, I think I end up putting in just as much gas as a car. I simply love riding because ever since I was young I've always liked motorcycles. When my dream finally came true, I fell in love with it and I don't plan on abandoning it soon.
Working Work was interesting today. I was sitting beside one of my co-workers who was talking a call. He was struggling to understand the caller, I suspected it must be an old lady or something. When he spelled out his internet id, j-i-a-n-b-o...my alarm went off. FOB alert, FOB alert. I ended up taking the call for Doug and helping out a fellow fob. Things were a little rough at first because I've never learned Chinese ever since these new internet terms came out. I basically spoke Chinglish to him. But hey I helped him solve his problem...it was all good...and I felt good about myself. I also got to help an English literature professor with her laptop, that was cool too. She said I should take her class because I told her I like literature. Hmmm...maybe I would if I wasn't swarmed with EE and CSCI requirements.
Blue or Yellow? Honda came out with a new color for my bike, blue! Should I get the yellow bike again or the blue?
Blah...braindead Man I feel so brainded today...I've been trying to do school stuff and I just end up drooling and foaming at the mouth. What's going on in my head... nothing Alright, I should go shower and take off my glasses, maybe I'll feel better. - @_@
Nate has left Well Nate you left Wednesday to drive back to Santa Cruz...I miss your prescence already. It was a great summer though, eventhough you did get a little busy with your job and I kind of fell in love with my motorcycle. We did get to go camping and Hooters happy hour. Sorry to spoil your night that night when I accidently gave the cops the finger and got arrested. Ahh...good memories...come back and visit soon.
Mom is back Yay my mom is back from China! That means I won't have to work at the restaurant for a while. But then my dad is leaving for China in a couple of weeks, looks like I'm gonna be smelling like Kun po chicken again. School has been pretty busy. I'm barely keeping ahead of the work by doing homework on weekends. Hmmm...maybe if our household didn't cook everynight, we'd have more time to do homework. Still no word yet on my stollen bike. It's been about 20 days and the police department haven't called me. I hope insurance will cover my losses. If they don't, I'm screwed and won't be able to ride next season. Oh by the way, read this article here. It portrays sportbike riders as adrenaline junkies who like running from the law. It completely fails to mention the type of sportbike riders that ride for the sport, and not the ridiculous stunts.
Revamp I've decided it is time again for me to revamp my site. I'm thinking about adding some new fuctions that will let my viewers communicate with me since many of you have been requesting it. Anything else I should add? What? You want midget porn?