everybody's writing all of these incredible stories of late. not me. I'm just rocking the once a month I'm-really-busy-et-cetera post. I remember when I used to write a lot. I know many of you from that time
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dude, I wanna be a m&ksc girl. I'll cut mad bitches. In fact, I'll cut a bitch just for using the word cut, bitch, or any combination thereof. WORD!
The thing is...it's not like I was world's biggest scooterist in the first place. I had had a couple of bikes, sold one, got run over on the other. It was a hobby, but I was never a sleep/eat/breathe scooters kid. I mean, I was down and all, but hell. I couldn't change a cable if my life depended on it. The first time I tried, I think I might have broken a world record for longest throttle cable replacement of all time. I mean, the housing wasn't run correctly in teh first place, but STILL.
i know that the shop is aight and all. but it must be nice to leave all of the scooter shit behind...on a scooter!! I mean, that'd be the ultimate fuck you to all the folks needing stuff to fix their beasts. you know, your shit may be brokeass, but mine ain't! Except mine is. Brokeass as all get out.
Chris says that the next bike that I get that is running, he's hiding the title so that I can't sell it. HA.
well, as the mods and knockers head of new chapter formation, east coast division, i say you're totally in. are you awed by my power? yeah, it's enviable.
and as for throttle cable changes, i bet suzi and i (yeah, two were needed) could give you a run for your money. it seriously took us hours and there was nothing wrong with the housing. not to be all competetive on the mechanial inepetitude front or anything.
it's weird how the scooter world sort of encompasses your life without you even being aware of it...it's kind of insidious, really. i mean, i love my scooter, i love the people i've met, and i love rallies, but i swear i didn't realize how completely it had taken over my life until i picked up and left denver. and then found myself trying to coordinate a mayhem event from 2k miles away.
to be honest, not working at a shop anymore is a huge relief on some levels. i miss the free labour and all, but it was starting to piss me off how often i had to skip scooter things to sell more fucking mopeds. and invariably, someone is like, wow you sell the mopeds, you're someone cool. and i'm all, no i just want to ride like a lunatic and drink beer with my girls, and you never talked to me before i was wearing this sportique shirt, so fuck off.
i might have some unresolved issues there. i'm done venting on your journal though, i swear! and you should totally be in the m&ksc cuz there just aren't that many fantastically cool scooter girls that i know in a five hundred mile radius. and i have a club forming compulsion.
The thing is...it's not like I was world's biggest scooterist in the first place. I had had a couple of bikes, sold one, got run over on the other. It was a hobby, but I was never a sleep/eat/breathe scooters kid. I mean, I was down and all, but hell. I couldn't change a cable if my life depended on it. The first time I tried, I think I might have broken a world record for longest throttle cable replacement of all time. I mean, the housing wasn't run correctly in teh first place, but STILL.
i know that the shop is aight and all. but it must be nice to leave all of the scooter shit behind...on a scooter!! I mean, that'd be the ultimate fuck you to all the folks needing stuff to fix their beasts. you know, your shit may be brokeass, but mine ain't! Except mine is. Brokeass as all get out.
Chris says that the next bike that I get that is running, he's hiding the title so that I can't sell it. HA.
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and as for throttle cable changes, i bet suzi and i (yeah, two were needed) could give you a run for your money. it seriously took us hours and there was nothing wrong with the housing. not to be all competetive on the mechanial inepetitude front or anything.
it's weird how the scooter world sort of encompasses your life without you even being aware of it...it's kind of insidious, really. i mean, i love my scooter, i love the people i've met, and i love rallies, but i swear i didn't realize how completely it had taken over my life until i picked up and left denver. and then found myself trying to coordinate a mayhem event from 2k miles away.
to be honest, not working at a shop anymore is a huge relief on some levels. i miss the free labour and all, but it was starting to piss me off how often i had to skip scooter things to sell more fucking mopeds. and invariably, someone is like, wow you sell the mopeds, you're someone cool. and i'm all, no i just want to ride like a lunatic and drink beer with my girls, and you never talked to me before i was wearing this sportique shirt, so fuck off.
i might have some unresolved issues there. i'm done venting on your journal though, i swear! and you should totally be in the m&ksc cuz there just aren't that many fantastically cool scooter girls that i know in a five hundred mile radius. and i have a club forming compulsion.
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