Over two years on two wheels

September 10, 2008 at 10:30 am 17 comments

I was talking with Jaxon last night about cars and car shopping. Jaxon is currently shopping for a new car, and he was talking about Camrys and Volvos and whatnot. Reliable cars. I had a flashback.

I’ve never really owned a cool car. The closest was a 1990 Chevy Cavalier that I put shiny rims on, and it had a sunroof and four doors so we could all pile in and turn up my wicked-awesome 300 dollar stereo. That car was a lot of fun, but it wasn’t cool. It didn’t get compliments on the street or anything. The next car was a Geo Metro. Now, I’m not one to bad-mouth my Geo Metro even though everyone gave me a lot of shit for driving one. But it was functional and it fit 4 people and I moved a freaking couch in it – so I love the car. But it wasn’t a desirable car.

So I guess I’m trying to make up for lost time with my motorcycles. I always get compliments and questions about my bikes – once a week at least and sometimes everyday. Mostly because both my motorcycle and scooter are older and uncommon, and I ride them every single day. It makes me happy when I’m at a stoplight and some stranger gives me a thumbs up. Going places is fun, and I feel a little more unique in the sea of cars on the road.

Yesterday I was watching traffic at the crosswalk to the library. I think I counted about 40 mid-size SUV’s, most indistinguisable from each other despite being different brands and different colors. It was depressing to me, and I couldn’t figure out why. I’m not one to think that a car defines the driver – I think that is ridiculous. But something felt weird and disposable about all these cars driving by.

Anyway – it has been over two years riding on two wheels only, and I love it. I still get the same questions:

“What do you do when it rains?”
“How do you buy groceries?”
“What if you want to carry something big?”
“Isn’t that dangerous?”

And of course, the answers are always the same:

“I get wet.” (Andrew WK reference!)
“With a debit card.”
“I’m always carrying something big… (wink).”
“Isn’t everything?”

Only sometimes I pine for a small pickup truck. But that is what friends are for.

In conclusion – National Ride Your Motorycle to Work Day is for Harley riding Dentists.

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17 Comments

  • 1. melissalion  |  September 10, 2008 at 11:21 am

    Hey, I resemble that mid-sized SUV comment.

    The motorcycle is a great color.

    I have a hangover.

    I drank a single beer.

    Does that count as haiku?

  • 2. Robert  |  September 10, 2008 at 12:32 pm

    A hangover from a single beer? If that’s true.. you need to see a doctor.

    I recommend seeing Dr. Unk.

  • 3. Isabelle  |  September 10, 2008 at 1:09 pm

    7 people in your Geo.

    I miss Andrew WK. What happened to him? I’m going to look it up.

  • 4. Isabelle  |  September 10, 2008 at 1:16 pm

    Oh, he’s doing a lot of stuff. Making more music AND accepts invitations from Yale to perform as a self-help, new age motivational speaker.

    One time he broke his foot on stage and not wanting to disappoint his fans, he continued performing in a wheelchair.

    He probably motivates people to never give up.

  • 5. dave  |  September 10, 2008 at 8:52 pm

    I can count myself among the numbers of people who gave you shit about the Geo. But it was always playful, and truth be told, I loved the Geo. That thing was a total trooper. Remember when we took it down to San Francisco and you were on the CB radio referring to it as “Tin Bucket”? Or the time we caught air turning into your driveway in Eugene with the Clash blaring from the stereo? And of course that fateful New Years Eve party at Charley’s when you parked the Geo in the bushes in the front yard and I threw my drink at it. Yep, a total trooper. Did I ever tell you that I saw a Geo about a year ago that was all rallied out? It was A for Awesome.

  • 6. Robert  |  September 10, 2008 at 10:04 pm

    Charley doesn’t comment on this blog, because he thinks he is above everyone, with his fancy pants and his”without shoes.” But if he’s like to pipe in on this one, I’d be glad. Because YES! I remember “parking” my Geo in the bushes. And we were all standing out there admiring the work, when Dave does the ol’ straight arm toss of the drink into the Geo. And cla-CLANK did it shatter. Then, in the morning, it snowed and I left my window down a crack, and there was a snowdrift on my passenger seat.

    Charley… do you remember that? You bastard. Say something! Your silence offends me. Your laziness offends me. Suezo / Ape.

    Tags: Drinking, Red Hook ESB, Blizzard, Charley = Flatulence

  • 7. Isabelle  |  September 11, 2008 at 8:43 am

    Charley is dying a slow death by snot.

    New Years Eve, Winter Blast 2003. That was a fine time.

    I wouldn’t exactly say you parked your car in the bushes. Parked seems like a controlled and planned maneuver. It was more like you had a brilliant idea of jumping the curb to do something and at the last minute you gave up on that something and decided the bushes would be a good stopping point for your Geo.

    “Where’s RJ? Anyone seen RJ lately?”
    “I don’t know, I think he might have gone outside. Let’s look.”
    “Oh, there he is. Why is his Geo in the bushes?”
    *SMASH*

    Then we hid RJ’s keys and said it was in the litter box. Then RJ was digging through the litter box. Then there was a lot of chasing people with litter box hands.

  • 8. T  |  September 11, 2008 at 10:58 am

    Ahhh the good ol’ days – do ya’ll want to hear some drunk soldier stories?

  • 9. Robert  |  September 11, 2008 at 4:53 pm

    OF COURSE!

    But it would be better over a 6 pack of beer!!!

  • 10. dave  |  September 11, 2008 at 9:06 pm

    Isabelle- Well the funny thing was that Pip came in and said he had parked his car in the bushes. But after all the other antics, and promises of antics, that had gone on that night, nobody really believed him. We finally were coaxed outside to see that he had indeed haphazardly angled the nose of the Geo into the bushes in front of the house. And there was something so ragged about the way the Geo looked, run up on the front lawn and dug into the greenery. Something about that devil-may-care bit of slap-dashery that prompted me to toss my half finished drink onto the hood. But the Geo wasn’t having any of it. It repelled my drink, bouncing it off the hood intact and onto the ground where it shattered. And then, yes, litter box hands. Was this the same party where Pip pissed off those hippies by referring to retards as retards? Or was that Halloween?

  • 11. Isabelle  |  September 12, 2008 at 8:58 am

    Thanks Dave! Sometimes I forget important parts of past events, such as RJ coming in and saying what he had done.

    I can’t remember what party the hippies were at (there goes my memory again), but they were the most humorless assholes I’ve ever met. That gross upper-lip twitch.

    Winter Blast 2003 New Year’s Eve party was also the time when you woke up, looked out the window and saw a dog run by in the snow. Then 10-minutes later you saw a man running by calling out a dog’s name. I think I got this one right. Oh, and RJ barfed.

  • 12. Andrew WK « Isabellyboo  |  September 12, 2008 at 9:29 am

    […] 12, 2008 in music | Tags: Andrew WK, hot farts, MTV, She is Beautiful, Tom Green | RJ briefly mentioned Andrew WK which made me remember how much I was intrigued by him the first time I watched his video, […]

  • 13. Robert  |  September 12, 2008 at 1:57 pm

    Yes. I barfed. But the hippy lip quiver was some other night – just a regular party. Those stupid hippies!

  • 14. dave  |  September 12, 2008 at 10:11 pm

    Yep, the barf. Oh the barf. Isabelle may forget certain details but her memory is working overtime when it comes to one of the most important and most hilarious facts of that season. The fact that the news was referring to the snow storm as “Winter Blast 2003”, and giving us continuous updates on location in people’s backyards where a tree had succumbed to ice and fallen over… earlier that day. I had completely forgotten about “Winter Blast 2003”.

  • 15. Charley  |  September 13, 2008 at 2:13 pm

    That was a good night.

    “I parked my Geo in the bushes.”

    “Whatever, dude.”

    A half hour later …

    “My Geo’s in the bushes!”

    “He’s being more persistent than usual, I should check this out.”

    Cut to: Geo in front yard, in bushes.

    Winter Blast 2003! We had all this booze leftover from New Year’s Eve and we couldn’t go anywhere or do anything because the city was essentially shut down.

    Remember when we got drunk and took those empty water jugs to the park and slid down the hill on them? What terrible/awesome idea.

  • 16. dave  |  September 13, 2008 at 5:21 pm

    Charley- That idea was only awesome because it actually worked. Everything else about it was terrible. Especially the fact that we were not sledding on snow so much as ice with a water slick on the surface. The first time I came off that plastic jug, my jeans were instantly saturated with ice cold water, confirming what a stupid stunt it was. The only thing stupider was that I went two more times. And then we had to walk home. Idiots! And speaking of stupid ideas circa Winter Blast 2003, what about the time we got drunk and decided we should take your car out into the snow-scape that was N.E. Skidmore. We got the car halfway out of the driveway, realized what folly we were embarking on, and then spent the next 45 minutes trying to get the car the seven feet back into the driveway. I believe that some tire chains laid out flat on the ground were employed as well as some vodka, and I believe we each slipped and fell no less than fifteen times. Idiots!

  • 17. Charley  |  September 14, 2008 at 1:12 pm

    Yeah, the water-jug sledding was hilarious because we didn’t know if it would work, and then it worked a little too well.

    The “let’s go drunk driving in a sensible compact car on a three-inch sheet of ice” night was also good. Another instance where we proved that the most inane thing could be really fun. Namely, getting my car back into the driveway after we failed to get it out of the driveway.


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