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October 07, 2002

Kate Hepburn on a motorbike; let my Hepburn go.

I finally got to ride on The Lad's motorbike this weekend. His spare helmet is too big for me so it tends to wobble around on my head a lot; I probably look like a Parkinson's sufferer from the outside.

On the first ride we took he reminded me to lean with the driver into the turns, which I'd already known from having ridden around on the back of my dad's bike when I was nine or so. What I forgot was that at nine I was (a little) smaller than I am now, a lesson which was quickly brought home the first time I leaned my whole weight into a turn, putting my body parallel to the ground and nearly capsizing the bike. Ah, physics, you tempermental whore.

Six people searching google for "tempermental whores" will come here today and be wretchedly disappointed.

I also find I have a tendency to bunch my whole body up against his back like a small, frightened hamster girl. After a few rides, he suggested that maybe I could lean back a bit as the weight on his wrists was starting to induce carpal tunnel. "You can hold on anywhere," he reminded me. "Your death grip could be, for example, on my shoulders, rather than my air supply." Reading between the lines, one can infer that I might as well be holding onto an imaginary bar in the air, for all the good it will do me when we have to stop suddenly and I am flung headf--Mom, do you still read this? Because that bike is totally, totally safe and I'm not going to ride on it anymore anyway.

Moving right along...tonight is sushi night, hosted of course by Sushi. It sounds very adult but I understand it's more of a Girls Gone Wild night of covering each other in sticky rice.

Oh man, I apologize also to everyone searching Google for that phrase.

Posted by didofoot at October 7, 2002 10:17 AM

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mmmmm......sticky rice.....on other girls.....

poor google searching bastards.

with a too big helmet it's not really going to matter which way you're flung since your brains will be smunched out all over the inside of said tiny helmet anyway.

don't mind the girl who is now terrified of motorcycles. don't mind her at all. pay no heed.

Posted by: sushi girl of the hour at October 7, 2002 10:23 AM

top ten things my mom didn't want to read this morning:

1. daughter's brains being in any way "smunched"...

Posted by: didofoot at October 7, 2002 10:25 AM

oh, dear girl. do NOT get on that bike again. Promise me? Promise? My heart is in my throat. No offense to the, I'm sure very capable operator of said vehicle. But, honey! Uno Due Giovanni!!!!!!

Posted by: tracy at October 7, 2002 10:34 AM

we were thinking of wrapping a tea towel around my head. that'll put a spoke in their wheels.

Posted by: didofoot at October 7, 2002 10:37 AM

or a spoke in your head.

Posted by: michele at October 7, 2002 10:43 AM

or my head in the wheel.

Posted by: didofoot at October 7, 2002 10:51 AM

Gene, we need to talk.

Posted by: she-who-should-not-read-daughter's-web-page at October 7, 2002 11:36 AM

lay down the law, eydie!

Posted by: michele at October 7, 2002 11:44 AM

Not to be a vocabulary nazi or anything ("Ja wohl, mein Sesquipedalian!", but don't you mean parallel? Perpendicular to the ground doesn't sound all that dangerous....

Posted by: Jacob at October 7, 2002 11:49 AM

what?

man i do NOT know what you're talking about.

(thank god for the edit feature.)

Posted by: didofoot at October 7, 2002 11:53 AM

I want to point out here that if I had ACTUALLY leaned all my weight into a turn and did that parallel thing, I would be all bruised and dead now. so that part was a lie. and all the other alarming stuff was exaggerated for comic effect, so please don't panic.

Posted by: didofoot at October 7, 2002 01:22 PM

Nazi!!

Posted by: tracy at October 7, 2002 01:23 PM

she did say parallel......

there was this really good line by the p-chan shirt wearing boy in everwood about being a nazi. i cannot remember it now though, not for the nazi suffering life of me.

Posted by: michele at October 7, 2002 02:45 PM

oh......she said perpendicular BEFORE editing didn't she? she is a little cheat.

Posted by: michele at October 7, 2002 02:45 PM

thou shalt not suffer a nazi. except a nazi who uses "sesquipedalian." he is the BEST kind of nazi.

say, hans, are you coming to sushi night? or anything fun, ever again? where you AT, boy?

Posted by: didofoot at October 7, 2002 02:48 PM

HE came to spirited away. the best movie i've seen in a long long time and which is now playing in the dome. i want to see it again! so good! little rat guy stomping on the goo! hwee hwee hwee!!! oh shit that was so good.

Posted by: michele at October 7, 2002 03:04 PM

I am in hell. It's a hell full of chemicals and biological things, but also some fun. Hopefully more fun outside of the lab soon. But I've actually got it better than some other 1st years I know.

This is all just filler to say that I've forgotten when/where the sushi thing is, and if I can find the page in time, I'll try to make it. But I can't make any promises, even if I do find the info, because god hates me.

It's more of a moderate dislike because I spilled some beer on him at at party, but you get the picture.

Posted by: Jacob at October 7, 2002 04:24 PM

And, of course, RIGHT after I posted that, I found the info. Thanks, irony!

Posted by: Jacob at October 7, 2002 04:26 PM

ask your "capable" motorcycle operator to take you "peg scraping." good times

Posted by: M@ at October 9, 2002 02:10 PM

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