The Return of the Dirtbikes
Rowan came home with a dirtbike on the back of his friend's trailer. I was floored; I couldn't believe that after flipping Zach's he'd actually still want one but he did, and now he's blown a good 650 on this mini-bike thing that can't even be registered.
It doesn't matter that it can't go out on a road - he didn't flip on the road, he flipped in Zach's paddock. Granddad keeps going on about hoping Rowan has another fall to serve him a lesson, while Aunty Cate has forbidden Kyle from even breathing near it. Mainly, I'm just horrified. Rowan's been banned from taking me out on the damn thing but earlier tonight he was telling me to go out with him and his workmate tomorrow and he'll take me for a ride. Like I would. Like I'd want to watch him.
The idiot just doesn't get it, does he? I feel sick, like throwing up but I won't say anything agains the damn thing - it's making him happy, and I think he's been questioning life a bit lately, and I want him to be happy but goddamnit.
Okay, so it's barely even a bicycle with a motor - but he keeps going on about how fast it can go, what it can do and I just hate it, I hate it so much. I hope he won't be an idiot, but who knows? His friends are clever like that, the type to egg each other on... god, I hate this.
In other news, I've cleaned up my profile a bit, and my friends list. It's nothing personal - I'm just so damn distracted, annoyed. I really really hope he isn't stupid.