A Mini-Vacation

After waking up in a puddle of blood (I was losing my mind), I went to the urologist (kaptain kiwi) this morning to further the investigation of my explosion. My 'treatment' is awesome--sit around in a bathtub for two days stoned on Percocet. I think that I can manage that. Dude said that he should've seen me last week instead of those quacks--looking for a new internist--one that's liberal with pain meds, and doesn't think that everything is an STD, and accepts my insurance.

Probably won't be doing any riding during my favorite season. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

Now, I'm just like Mike Watt, except that his infection got all systemic and shit. He had nine weeks of recovery. It doesn't look like I'll be doing that schedule. I require rock.
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Now playing: The Louvin Brothers - Satan Is Real

Tough, For A BMW

I'm really interested in switching out the seat on the red baron for a solo seat, so I've been looking at lots of airheads online. This one's pretty nice looking, with a r90s seat grafted onto a 1979 r65. Dude did a lot of custom work

Holiday Weekend?

Friday: The kidnapping of LindaRuth went off without a hitch. 13% of women fantasize about kidnapping, according to the radio show (33% are into spanking).

Saturday: Lunch with the 'rents was uneventful. Mahoney asked her if she was jewish. Mom was carrying on about naked dancing in the moonlight and g-spots. The potato salad was pretty awesome. A lot of gettin' to know you chit chat. LindaRuth is far more adventurous than I thought upon meeting her. Awesome. I fell asleep on the couch--too much action-packeed fun for the prince of dwarfs.

Today: this morning was riding nirvana for my "grocery racer" style. Two trips to the store. The bike is running especially awesome, although I think that I need to re-synchronize the cables. I require some goggles. Big, goofy-lookin' ones for my sans-helmet jaunts to the store. Also looking for a big police tank since the 6.35 gallon one needs paint. Hell, anything but a hinkey toaster tank.

It's happy times for yours truly, my little droogies.

Hypertension, Man

Today I crushed my right index finger while "fixing" stuff on the motorcycle. I was actually able to hear the blood flowing out of my finger. The little pin hole made a hissing sort of sound.

I should really consider taking my medicine. The doctor was right when he said that I'm a heart attack waiting to happen.

Hinkey, Man

Motorcycles (or at least this one) appear to run much better with a new air filter. The effect of a disgusting air filter seems to be magnified on a motorbike when compared to a similar situation in a car. BMW certainly went out of their way to make the air box inaccessible. That air box elimination kit sounds really appealing--I'll have to consult with an expert.

This morning's ride was par for the course--the bike totally stalled about a half mile down the road. It's still early in my season, and I had left the fuel shut off. Cheesy rider, indeed.