Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Met a girl called Lola and I took her back to my place
Feelin' guilty, feelin' scared, hidden cameras everywhere
Stop! Hold on. Stay in control.

Ghandi was great on the Sopranos. I am really excited about that show.

It looked like it was snowing yesterday up in the mountains... I am tempted to go hike up and snowboard down.

But I am torn in another direction, since I recently ordered some fly fishing gear, and I am antsy to go test my mettle against the wily trout.

I caught you a delicious bass.

I am getting around on my sweet Sledghammer bike these days. I pretty much had to tow Kip into town, while India is off doing stuff with my car.

This is the way things work when you crash your wife's car, and it is time for the body work.

You ride your bike, and you don't say a word. You just quietly go about your business, trying not to remind anyone that you drive a bit like Rain Man. I am one speeding ticket away from resorting to a golf cart or a Rascal as my primary mode of transportation. It's really better for everyone that way.

It's kind of fun, actually, riding around on a bike. I can get anywhere I need to go in town in about 10-20 minutes. When we drive anywhere, it is either a 5 minute drive or an hour (or more) drive... there is no in-between.

It makes me think I should ride my bike more often. And maybe chain myself to a tree, throw paint on people with fur coats, and pilot a Zodiac boat self-sacrifically (is that even a fucking word?) in front of Hummers, attempting to block them from harpooning the elusive Bozeman Minke Land Whale.

And I'm an excellent driver.

3 Comments:

Blogger Quagmire said...

"I am one speeding ticket away from resorting to a golf cart or a Rascal as my primary mode of transportation."

Rumor had it that you moved to MT because it was the only remaining state in the union that would grant you a license.

4:24 PM  
Blogger P. said...

You know that car I told you we bought recently? The N-man backed into it last week. We had just gotten his car back from replacing the passenger side mirror for the second time in two years--both times the result of our loveable teenage driver with no depth perception. Yeah, the body shop guy is our new best friend...

8:25 PM  
Blogger shy_smiley said...

but only on Saturdays, slow in the driveway

8:58 PM  

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