SO i managed to get a few pics my camera is busted so ididnt know the lense was fogged. Matt's replacement camera sucks and did not read the memory stick. Anne and alex may have better pics.
SO weekend went as this:
Friday we got on the road, me and matt went right to sleep. matt looked like a piece of spaguetti in the rear seat. we wake up, still in the car, sun is up, talk talk, go back to sleep.
we wake up, use matt's PC, browse the web, go back to sleep. I eat a banana.
wake up, still in the fucking road, 6 hours in. we stop at beef O bradys for food, then head back on the road. I put my banana in the thing (
I wake up we there, we unload we meet people etc. we decide to do a run for the walmart for shit. I discover matt has no shifting or driving skills when it comes to vintage scooters. I show him how its done.
we get back, sing up, go on night ride, food place rocked, food sucked. we head back, then grafity and spray paint a bridge will all sorts of scooter icons, tags, etc etc.Breakdown1
Matt's flywheel comes loose, i tow him 1 miles to the hotel.
we head to hotyel we drink beer in parking lot, i drink 80% of a botle of wine. Day2
We go to the skate rink meeting place for "breakfast". notice quotations, for me, IMO, a burrito with egg inside is not breakfast, just because there's egg in it. I travel 400 yards across the street, eat tasty Waffle House shit.
fast/long ride leaves, then shortly, short/slow ride leaves. we ride trough some very poor neighborhoods, then trough a cementery, then trough some roads that lead us to this awesome road that rides about 30 ft from the sea, at 200ft height, on a clift, it was great. we ride back the same way, end up in a tiny pub/restaurant.
I decide i need more fun, me and matt leave, we found a "hole in the wall" climbing place, where the entire building is a ski-rock climbing-outdoors,hunting shop, and all the walls and roof are climbing walls too, and outside there is a huge wall next to a tree. awesome.
We go back we pick up Alex, we ride over the long bridges, to the beach. We pay 1$ toll (excessive). we stop to look at the beach, we go to a crab restaurant. the prices are so high it makes me take a huge dump in the toilet, when i come out SOMEONE RIPPED MY FLAG OUT
yes they stole it, it was ripped out. we keep on going, we ride trough the sand dunes, we see dead fishies on the shoreline, we see the oil clean up crew, connect the dots.
I try to climb my scooter onto a sand hill, i get 3 ft out of the road, pull it back, dump the idea. we continue trough 7 miles of tall sand dunes, stop for fuel and whatnot, there is a sand castle contest, i have food similar to long jonh silvers. some old ladies give us their fries, matt and alex eat them.
we decide the shortest way back is the same way we came in. we ride back, then :Breakdown two!
matt's throtle cable snapped at the carb. I tow him again. this time is 15 miles and we got lost/somewhat.
Let me explain the towing procedure. Matt drives my scooter, i get on his, i tie a rope to my scooter, i let him pull me up to speed, then i let go of the handlebars, and ride no hands, both hands on the rope. since the flag was broken, i decide to wrap the rope around the flag pole, instant handlebars!!!!.
We get back (slowly). i go about taking shower and whatnot, they fix his scooter quickly ( thanks to the New Orleans crew they got parts.) perhaps too quickly? we leave on the long ride back ( some guy had his oil seal burst, it was dripping oil at an exceeding rate. he takes his pickup instead.
we head down the road, 3 miles down the road:breakdown3
his scooter stalls, there is air in the line. we move it out, miss the group because of the delay. we get back, stalls again, and again, and again. MORE air on the line, line is all air. Scott insist the fuel valve is on reserve, which is 100% fuel, i say that it looks like Thursday night, where it was 100% closed. I see there is a litle bit of gas dripping out of the valve, i say to open it half way. Boom Success, we head out, in a HUGE hurry.
We keep on going, we go over a god knows how tall bridge into an island full of condo's, everyone realizes we are lost. we drive arround the island looking to get back into the bridge.
Another situation: Richard scooter lost all power except brake light. I lost my clear glasses ( found them BTW), so i'm driving at night, with a shitty headlamp, in the darkest foresty area, with Sunglasses
on, and richard is nowhere to be seen. he was " the ghost rider" he would show up in front on you only to disappear and re-appear next to your right, then behind you, then 1 mile ahead of you?????. OH and matt's scooter had 3 led's on the back, and one LED headlight that goes in your head to work with? not good.
Both richard's and matt's GPs give us wacked out directions, we get off the island, finally made it late. the place looked like mini sausages in a can. food takes 1 hr and it was SUPER DELICIOUS except there was NO sea food. once again, disappointed. the guy with the pick up takes richard's scooter, we ride back. I pull over for booze. I get 1 botle of Hipnotic.
wi get back we walk over to a house, where there is a skateramp, a tree house, a trampoline, and a Woodfire. Some people drink a lot, i chill by the fire, someone bring fireworks and sparkles to a booze filled party....not good idea.
i decide to do a night writing with the sparkles, it works, Alex got the pics.
Anne drink a lot, becomes the human pinball, bouncing off everyone. she says she got a ticklish spot that moves arround, some guy says " i bet i can find it, some one guys lets look for it" Anne suddenly walks 15 ft ahead of everyone. everyone goes to sleep ( i think)
Day 3: wake up, rain outside, the whole OSS goes to waffle house + half of the New Orleans crew get OSS shirts.: the OSS stroms the waffle house. we tie up the scooters, we ride to the gymkhana events. I ride paper boy with matt and a borred scooter, since Anne declined to ride in the back throwing news papers. Then i ride the gymkhana, The scooter is very top heavy, i Hit everything.
The rafle goes out, i win shit, anne wins shit,matt wins shit, and Alex won shit too, everybody wins shit. i won shit twice, anne like 4 times.Scoot only once i think. Richard wons shit too, and MAtt was digging trough richard's shit, then richard told him not to dig trough other people's shit. Matt stops messing with everybody's shit. We leave the shit alone in the trucnk where anne wanted me to ride anyways. I WIN Gymkhana King!!
we have some lunch there, wards go out, etc etc. bye bye, we Roll the Fuck out of there, we get on the road.
I can't HEAR SHIT
in the car, Anne wishpers, Alex is directly oposite to me, and matt's doesn't talk much, is a contant " what? hu? camel slices? cranking potato chips? waffle computer?" among the crap i though i heard but wasnt.
we pull over at Arby's by far the worst fast food I've ever been. i buy gum. I fall asleep in the car shortly there after, because i got tired of trying to hear conversations, i simply could not hear even 5% of the stuff being talked. i feel left out, i go to sleep(with the gum in my mouth). i wake up, we are in scotts house, still chewing the gum. we unload quickly, i warm up scooter, My GF shows up in like 2 mins. i fly to her home, i crash, end of weekend.
please post pics, i dont have them now