idiocy
Sunday, September 07, 2003
hello out there, someday soon, this site will be functioning for real tho, i've just gotten a bit distracted by the heat and boys and other bullshit.but i am back mostly just to say here's a start, there's a backlog of handwritten tipe that i'll get around to publishing here soon enough, but for today....today it finally fucking rained.
of course, it was a race weekend. but oh well, it's been three months and it is welcome.
i'ma bit buzzed, but, look, i can still vaguely type, so here goess.
i love motorcycles.
i love everything about them i love the smell of two-stroke racing fuel.
i love the 10,000 different sounds each kind of bike makes.
i love the sound of 20 CB160s firing up at once.
i love the fact that the tone of a 160 engine never changes on the straightaway cause it's already going as fast as it can.
i love that the portland raceway is not even 10 minutes from downtown.
i love that the northwest has its own league of 160s.
i love that races are shut down in portland to herd flocks of ducks off the track.
i love that riders look like weird alien monsters in their articulated leather suits.
i love that half of them (the riders) are so full of themselves you wonder how they manage to focus on anything else, and
yet they do, and somehow don't die in turn one, but the 600 class is still hilarious.
i love that most tracks only serve triple priced budweiser.
i love that every track is crawling with five year olds that are better riders than i'll ever be.
and i love the screeching weasel song "i wanna be a homosexual."
and i love long lanky boys who are old enough to drink and not be complete idiots,
and yet young enough to still have fun
and yet young enough to not be completely bitter
and yet young enough to love the rocknroll.
my head kind of hurts and my skirt is too short to be wearing while drinking (shut up) and i am not sure wwhy there's all that love written up there, so i'm stopping now.
swear, better pictures to to come this week.
oh, happy rain.