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Its hotter than hell here in Vegas so yesterday I decided to get in touch with my inner squid. There must be something to this squid thing so I wanted to see how the other half lives. I donned the standard squid gear (see pic below) and headed off into the wilds of sin city.
Heading out from my house there is about a quarter mile of straight. You know what the means! Well, I attempted a wheelie. I revved up to 10k and dropped the clutch. I managed to get the bike to lurch and upset the suspension but I don't think the front wheel came up. I think I naturally leaned forward when I twisted the throttle. Oh well, I suck at wheelies.
I turned on to my local N/S 45 mph limit 3 lane. I felt the need for speed so I went WOT in 1st and shifted at redline so everyone could hear my exhaust. That was kind of fun but no one looked. I need a louder exhaust..... Also my shirt kept getting lifted up by the wind. Luckily I'm 160 lbs of steel and sex appeal, cause if I had the belly or love handles all the wimmins would be laughing at me.
I'd gone 10 blocks or so, and that is certainly more than enough riding in one sitting. So I pulled into a gas station and stopped for an energy drink. Since I am pretty x-treme and they were 2 for 3 dollars I got a couple. Now I had gas in the tank and it was time to head back.
On the way back I saw a local cycle store I'd been meaning to check out. I pulled in and there were quite a few stunt bikes, beaters, streetfighters, etc.... Cool! I entered in my shorts and T with helmet in hand so they knew I was about business. Actually the two guys at the counter continued their conversation and didn't even look up. There wasn't much selection, a few jackets, t-shirts and what looked like a parts counter. I walked around, saw a stunt cage on the shelf. Considered it briefly but maybe I should learn to wheelie first. I never did get an acknowledgement that I existed which is kinda cool in a way. I'm too hardcore to be bothered by salesmen.
On the way back I noticed that the radiator was dumping heat onto my naked legs. That was kind of uncomfortable. Also my knees were starting to sweat and stick to the tank which was a little bit nasty. That is the price you pay for looking damn good I guess.
I rolled back into the garage, my adventure finished for the day. Cracking open a rockstar I reflected on the experience. I came to the conclusion that squids are just like you and I, just a little bit more badass! :squid Power!
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Heading out from my house there is about a quarter mile of straight. You know what the means! Well, I attempted a wheelie. I revved up to 10k and dropped the clutch. I managed to get the bike to lurch and upset the suspension but I don't think the front wheel came up. I think I naturally leaned forward when I twisted the throttle. Oh well, I suck at wheelies.
I turned on to my local N/S 45 mph limit 3 lane. I felt the need for speed so I went WOT in 1st and shifted at redline so everyone could hear my exhaust. That was kind of fun but no one looked. I need a louder exhaust..... Also my shirt kept getting lifted up by the wind. Luckily I'm 160 lbs of steel and sex appeal, cause if I had the belly or love handles all the wimmins would be laughing at me.
I'd gone 10 blocks or so, and that is certainly more than enough riding in one sitting. So I pulled into a gas station and stopped for an energy drink. Since I am pretty x-treme and they were 2 for 3 dollars I got a couple. Now I had gas in the tank and it was time to head back.
On the way back I saw a local cycle store I'd been meaning to check out. I pulled in and there were quite a few stunt bikes, beaters, streetfighters, etc.... Cool! I entered in my shorts and T with helmet in hand so they knew I was about business. Actually the two guys at the counter continued their conversation and didn't even look up. There wasn't much selection, a few jackets, t-shirts and what looked like a parts counter. I walked around, saw a stunt cage on the shelf. Considered it briefly but maybe I should learn to wheelie first. I never did get an acknowledgement that I existed which is kinda cool in a way. I'm too hardcore to be bothered by salesmen.
On the way back I noticed that the radiator was dumping heat onto my naked legs. That was kind of uncomfortable. Also my knees were starting to sweat and stick to the tank which was a little bit nasty. That is the price you pay for looking damn good I guess.
I rolled back into the garage, my adventure finished for the day. Cracking open a rockstar I reflected on the experience. I came to the conclusion that squids are just like you and I, just a little bit more badass! :squid Power!
nfloor Next time, lose the gloves, helmet and wear sandles. :fiddy
