Backstory #5
Apr04
And now we learn even more about Alex. You could say that for a bit, she’s the main character. Don’t worry, we’ll get back to Mick being a dumbass soon enough.
So you guys liked Psychostick yesterday? Groovy. I love their music, and their videos.
I have a few friends that have crashed motorcycles badly. Mostly off road stuff, but some road craches too. Collar bones, or wrists are common, and ribs are almost mandatory. They use titanium for the bolts and metal pieces. Most guys keep the x-rays to show friends. The skin grafts are bad. Sometimes it’s pig skin, sometimes from a cadaver. The only up-side it that at an overnight rally, there are always a few people that know if it’s going to rain soon.
Hmmmm, what is that blue hair covering?
(ref: the song lyrics)
Worse: New England directions, given entirely by landmarks that aren’t there any more. “Well, yah go about three miles down the rud, then take a left where that big tree blew down last summah. Then aftah about five miles, you’ll come to the Johnson place. Name on the mailbox says ‘Roberts’ now, but everyone still calls it the Johnson place, Jed Johnson died last January and his kids sold it. Anyway, take a left thayuh. After about two miles you’ll come to a kid at the side of the rud sellin’ flowiz, take a right thayuh but not a real hahd right. It’s about a half mile down the rud, big yellah house, can’t miss it.”
Urban version: “Take a right at the Dunkin’ Donuts, go about a half-mile to a big intersection with a Dunkin’ Donuts, go kinda-straight-and-to-the-right, drive until you see a Dunkin’ Donuts, take a left at the next light, and it’s across from the Dunkin’ Donuts.”
Great song!
100% of my motorcycle-riding friends have at least one scar.
Actually, I too have a scar from a vehicle-related mishap, but mine comes from a tragic car-washing accident. I was letting my little nephew “help” me wash Dad’s car. Mostly this consisted of him running around the yard in his swim trunks and me occasionally squirting him with the hose. When I wasn’t looking, the little booger decided to “wash” one of his toys by dropping it into the suds bucket. Because he was a destructive little gremlin, he had managed to break it so that it now had a nice sharp edge. I found it the next time I plunged my hand in to re-soap the sponge.
Heh, Phoenix directions. But that video doesn’t look like it was filmed in AZ.
I can say that teaching yourself to shoot again after a good bone breaking wreak (t-boned a car, went over and then through a wall) sucks. A lot. Your body thinks that it is doing the right thing, but it usually isn’t. I still don’t have the trigger/strong hand control that I would like back, and it’s been years.
I’ve had my bike less than a year, my license just over two. I’ll be lucky if I get out of El Paso alive…
El Paso? Hey, hit the pawn shops before you leave. I heard some redneck hocked a really nice sword in that area.