So I wehrre listnin' to th'radio thusmornin', and it came to my attenshin that today be National Talk like a Pirate Day.
If thar be a cooler observed day in the calendar year, I must confess to ye that I haven't an idear what it be.
Now fetch me some rum, ye filthy curr!
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Other summer shots
So far, school is really lame, which is why I haven't blogged recently. Unless you want to hear about the law of wills, or 4th amendment protections against unreasonable searches and seizures, I don't have much worth blogging about.
But I do have a couple of pictures left over from the summer that are worth posting. These are from a night when we decided we wanted to go dirtbiking through the foothills of Mt. Timpanogos, and have dutch oven peach cobbler somewhere.
This presented a couple of problems. Not only do I not have a dirtbike, I've never ridden one. Ever the problem solvers, my buddy Eric, and his now-fiance Nakita took care of all that. They rounded up a few dirtbikes, so everyone was able to hit the trails.
I think that there's little question that I wound up with the coolest bike on the mountain.
-Notice that the bike had no headlight, and it was dark. That meant that I had to wear a headlamp to see anything.
Keep in mind that this shot uses no trick photography. We were not on a hill; we were on flat ground, and only a foot or two apart. Yes, that bike really is that small. But it's not the size of the dog in the fight that matters, but the size of the fight in the dog. -That's what I always say, anyway.
That's me next to the fat cat. I wanted to ride that one, but then my buddy Derek would have had to ride the 80 with his date, and he's too fat to ride the 80 on his own, much less with someone else on the back, and the 80 doesn't have extra pegs for a rider. So with a laugh in the face of danger, I took control of that bike, and rode it like it's never been ridden before. Fortunately, I was concentrating so hard on not wrecking that I couldn't hear everyone else's thunderous laughter at how ridiculous I looked.
So I took my first ever motorcycle ride through the mountains on a bike that was way too small for a big gut sack like me, without a headlight, by light of a headlamp and whatever ambient light from someone else's headlight I could use. Suffice it to say that it wasn't the smartest thing I've ever done, but it may have been the most fun thing I've ever done.
But I do have a couple of pictures left over from the summer that are worth posting. These are from a night when we decided we wanted to go dirtbiking through the foothills of Mt. Timpanogos, and have dutch oven peach cobbler somewhere.
This presented a couple of problems. Not only do I not have a dirtbike, I've never ridden one. Ever the problem solvers, my buddy Eric, and his now-fiance Nakita took care of all that. They rounded up a few dirtbikes, so everyone was able to hit the trails.
I think that there's little question that I wound up with the coolest bike on the mountain.
-Notice that the bike had no headlight, and it was dark. That meant that I had to wear a headlamp to see anything.
Keep in mind that this shot uses no trick photography. We were not on a hill; we were on flat ground, and only a foot or two apart. Yes, that bike really is that small. But it's not the size of the dog in the fight that matters, but the size of the fight in the dog. -That's what I always say, anyway.
That's me next to the fat cat. I wanted to ride that one, but then my buddy Derek would have had to ride the 80 with his date, and he's too fat to ride the 80 on his own, much less with someone else on the back, and the 80 doesn't have extra pegs for a rider. So with a laugh in the face of danger, I took control of that bike, and rode it like it's never been ridden before. Fortunately, I was concentrating so hard on not wrecking that I couldn't hear everyone else's thunderous laughter at how ridiculous I looked.
So I took my first ever motorcycle ride through the mountains on a bike that was way too small for a big gut sack like me, without a headlight, by light of a headlamp and whatever ambient light from someone else's headlight I could use. Suffice it to say that it wasn't the smartest thing I've ever done, but it may have been the most fun thing I've ever done.
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