Friday afternoon i spent fucking around on the free dirt bike i got, brought it over to a buddy's and we built a gasket and installed the dual carburetors, it fired on the third kick! the bike hasn't run since 1997 and i get this fucker coughing on the third kick. it wont idle and it runs like crap until you bring it up to to about seven grand, so i took it home and jumped on it, like a wild bucking bronco this thing lurches to life! i hammer up the hill and the front tire doesn't come within a foot of touching the ground... woah Nelly... i reign it in and park the s.o.b. and wait until i break it in a little longer. of course i didn't do anything like check the breaks, chain, oil level, none of the "pre-trip inspection" shit I'm always harping on everyone else around me to do...
anyway, Saturday was foggy and drizzly and raining off and on. so what better to do than call up some friends and work around the yard! couple of buddies rolled up and we all milled around looking at these trees i wanted to cut down. tied some rope off and drank some morning beers. walked all around the tree. than drank some more morning beers. then cut a notch out of the tree. then drank some more morning beers. (the concern was that the tree we were planning on cutting was large and leaning over our garden beds and could come close to mashing our generator and/or solar panels.)after a couple more minutes/beers we went for it, two of us pulling on the rope and buddy with the saw. it fell EXACTLY where we wanted it to go! it bent one corner of the mini fence like six inches... no damage to anything. we cut a few more trees down and finished a couple of more beers.
at some point cheese reminded me that our friend in the city called earlier in the morning, then she suggested we go to the city. made a few phone calls and within forty minutes we were packed into the truck hammering our way into the city... we were doing the "driving and dancing" thing, it must have looked hilarious as we blew by traffic at 90 to a hundred miles per hour with our arms in the air singing and bouncing along. stopped to pee and get rid of some empties along the way and made to her house in under two hours!!! (it took us two and a half hours to get back... hmmm...)
we went to their local bar, drank a whole lot more and passed the fuck out when we returned their house. went out to breakfast at a great place that we had been to before! so hung over... i had a three egg omelet, with spinach, mushrooms, scallions, apple roasted chicken sausage and provolone cheese, country roasted potatoes and a bagel with cream cheese as well as some of cheeses fresh squeezed o.j. so good.
my stomach was hurting after the nights drinking so we opted not to go to a couple of museums that after noon. we had tentatively planned on seeing a few exhibits. i hate that shit. it seems one day a week is wasted due the fact that recovery is necessary... but that's what we get when we party like teenagers.
the ride home took forever!!!
got home, cleaned up dog shit, made a fire and pretty much didn't move from the couch until bed time... yeah, that's it folks, not too much interesting to read for this mornings post, but that's what you get!!!