I was first notified of this thing by my friend Mike up in NY. He was telling me that a guy on a mini bike had just jetted passed him on the street while I was on the phone with him. I said "a what?" and he told me again, "a mini bike" and I had no clue what he was talking about. He explained what it was and I repeated that I had never seen nor herad of such a thing. Lo and behold, 2 days later, I see this mini bike parked outside of my office and down the street about 30 feet, chained up to a bicycle stand and about the size of a 9 year old's Huffy bicycle. It was weird. I stopped and snapped off 5 photo of it, one of is above.
It looked like a toy, but it was far from it. Since that day, I've seen a few more. One of the cooler ones, a crotch rocket, is pictured below. I even saw one that looks like a chopper being actually driven on the streeet, it whizzed by me and I was standing there befuddled at the crowched over riding position the guy was in. Is it comfortable to ride on that thing? I couldn't imagine so. I remembered trying to ride my nephew's little mini ATV toy thingie and I could barely fit onto it and I surely couldn't peddle it to move myself. I wondered how hard it is to keep your balance on a mini bike going about 40 miles per hour. I believe they top out at around 60 mph sans modifications. Mike said they go faster, but I can't believe it.
So, Fahrenheit 9/11 was a good film. I liked it a lot, Lady didn't really like it that much. I will warn you, it does get gory and it does get very, very sad. Lady brought up the point that it seemed a little hurried and that if you weren't very much on top of current events [as we are] it may be a little hard to follow, which I agree to, to a point. If you know who the major people are in Dubya's cabinet, and have a general sense of what these stuipd, selfish, idiots are doing, you shouldn't have a problem. Michael Moore also dumbs it down for everyone as well so that somebody who doesn't have much of a clue should come out with an outline of what's been going on these last few years. And you can't argue with the facts, plain and simple.
And today is Krapplin's 24th [good God] birthday which he is celebrating back home in NY along with his 2 [not so] little brothers who have just graduated high school. They're both off to carry on the fine tradition of Shaolin at S.U.N.Y. Albany; where wildings occur every day, they should fit right in those rascals. I remember, just like it was yesterday, when I was pouring rum or jungle juice down a homemade ice luge into Jordan and Julian's mouths at the infamous Charlie Party II. Not to be confused with Charlie Party I when Kevin had the sex in the pool. This was the ice luge one where I chugged the remains of a bottle of Hennessy, mmmm, good to the last drop. Ah those were the days, before I turned into an old fogey.
But today, I was not so old fogey-ish. I found a listing on Illy Craigslist for a pick-up Ultimate game on Saturdays. I found it a few weeks ago, but didn't have the time to go to them until this Saturday. I went and had a blast. I used to throw around with the Ultimate kids in high school, but I never got a chance to play on the team since I played soccer like 300+ days a year for all of high school. But I found out that I was decent. It took me a bit to get acclamated to it, but about 30 minutes into it, I was really starting to get the hang of it and started to really contribute to some of our scoring drives. We played for a little over 1.5 hours; the most activity I've done in ages. And I biked to and from the game, a little over 1.5 miles each way. It's a nice ride over the Schuylkill River into West Philly and to Drexel University. The people there were pretty cool too. I'm gonna bring the guys I've been throwning with on Sundays to the game next week if they can make it. I plan on playing every week as long as I'm in town and and it's not raining.
Now, it's sleepy time.
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