You know what sucks...not having a motorcycle. Since I got hit by that 80 year old woman and she totaled my scoot, I've been bikeless. AND IT FUCKING BLOWS!!! Everyday is now an exercise in holding back the rage/frustration I feel every time I see a dude on a bike because I want to be choppin' again so fucking bad. I promised my wife and myself I wouldn't go borrow money to buy a new one until all the insurance claims (or whatever legal action we're taking) was done with. To make things worse, dealing with the insurance companies is about as fun as getting your dick cut off. Just when I think I've made some progress and I'm a little bit closer to getting back to splitting lanes, I find out I have to fill out another form and wait another couple weeks to get it processed. This shit is soooo fucking frustrating. I don't mean to whine. I know things could always be worse. I could have easily been paralyzed, or had my face scrapped off by the concrete or even killed. I am very very grateful for how things happened (in the grand scheme of things). At the same time I get depressed/mad/enraged because I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING FUCKING WRONG. All I did was go to the store. Anyway...I just needed to vent a little bit. So with all that said, check out this picture of a rad as fuck '69 shovel that I lovingly stole from the dudes at the vice grips blog. This is what I will use as the template for my next scoot. It screams "Fuck you old-lady-that-shouldn't-be-driving-because-when-you-were-born-the-model-T-was-still-around-and-you-have-to-use-a-pillow-to-see-over-the-dash-of-your-car-because-the-cold-hand-of-death-is-pulling-at-your-spine-trying-to-drag-you-into-your-grave-causing-you-to-smell-like-used-depends-and-rose-scented-perfume-mixed-with-moth-balls"...at least that's what it says to me. Maybe I read that a little wrong, but it's still one of my favorite scoots.
