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  • sourhippo 10:36 pm on August 18, 2011 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: ducati, goodbyes, memories,   

    a monster goodbye 

    (———> song #56, don’t play it till the middle of the post)

    so my school bill came in…my financial aid didn’t cover me this summer.  I don’t have the money to pay for it.  I am broke and i’m getting married in 2 months…so what to do?  Get a loan?  Go into debt for the first time in my life?  Or sell the most valuable thing i own…yup that one 😦

    One last ride…I fire up ‘ducky’ one last time. No helmet no jacket…just me and my monster (please don’t do this…its illegal in GA, but this was super early in the morning as the sun was rising nobody around so….) MUSIC #56 starts now…

    Racing around the empty streets of Decatur…destroying this still quiet morning with the sound of my 750…this sound that made me buy it two years ago.  The cool air on my skin…the sun light peaking through the trees…leaning into corners, revving obnoxiously  loud, rpms screaming…good morning Decatur.  Sure i’ve had my fights with this guy…breakdowns, fuel leaks, dead batteries…but the good memories out shine the bad.  The starry nights on country roads, riding through thunderstorms and not dying, falling asleep on it on my way to Chicago and…and…the FREEDOM…riders you know what i am talking about.  The kind you can never feel inside those ridiculous four wheeled box prisons…

    man i didn’t know i could be so emotionally attached to an inanimate object. but seeing some one else drive off with it that morning…i had to fight the urge in my hand to wave to it as it roared off.

    good bye (waves)

    • ognut 3:31 am on November 21, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      pretty BA picture sir. this looks like one of those pictures that your kid will find and be like, once my dad was cool. quick make it b&w or sepia.

  • sourhippo 4:50 pm on April 19, 2011 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: birthday, , memories,   

    26…comes the end of a beloved tradition 

    (song #62 ————->)

    the morning i turned 15, my sister and i were driving to school…we were driving in style in our black daewoo legansa.  as we pulled into the school parking lot she asked me…”so its your birthday, what do you want to do?”  jokingly i said i wanted to go to six flags…seconds later lois pulls a u-turn in the parking lot and we were headed out of the school parking lot…stunned I look at her…”seriously?!?” she seems serious enough…on our way out, I saw a buddy walking to school, I yell out my window “Hey want to go to six flags?”  (soon the three of us were racing away from classrooms and towards roller coasters)

    thus a personal little birthday tradition was born…ditching school on my birthday…and doing…anything else.  I remember the next year we just drove out to a park, ate food, played guitars and napped under the trees listening to jars of clay from the car speakers…while all the other poor saps were stuck in classrooms learning stuff they’ll never remember when they are 26…

    today i turn 26, its my last year of school…yes i should be in class right now…and no i will not go…i will go (for one last time)…anywhere else…

    p.s. thanks lois…i’ve had many happy birthdays

    • heej 6:17 pm on April 19, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      aww, what an awesome tradition and endearing memories! your tradition is cooler than mine: i started the day-off tradition on my birthdays when i started working.. first year, it worked out well because it was on the memorial day weekend. last two years, it fell on the weekends, so it kinda didn’t count toward the tradition. this year, it’s on monday.. yesterday, i received the ‘save the date’ email from my boss for some saudi arabia conference thingymajig and it’s on my birthday and the following day. reading your post encouraged (?) me (or maybe i’m just being rebellious) to ask my boss for a day off anyway and ditch that dumb saudi arabia conference. anyway, what an awesome sister you have!

    • blupen 12:06 am on April 20, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      what a cool sister. what did you end up doing instead of class?

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