toledo, youngstown, mopeds, breakups, yea

spent the past weekend getting annihilated in youngstown with the black pipes, "Youngstown's toughest moped gang" ha. derek abby chris and christian are all really good people, young folks that mean well and know how to have a good time, and have some pretty awesome mopeds to show for it. unfortunately our riding time got cut short, we were riding in the rain and then my plug got wet so... we had to use derek's 102 to "tow" me back to black pipes HQ.

they need to reassess their choices of liqour, though.
i understand, when you are young and reckless, that buying a bottle of old grand dad seems like a good idea. its cheap, its whiskey, it'll put hair on your chest. but that shit..... must be filtered thru dirty old underwear, or who knows what the fuck kind of industrial process they use to make it. it tastes like poison, and the next day you feel like you were poisoned. oh, were you hoping to work on mopeds and ride and have more fun the next day? too bad, you drank this shitty brown "liqour" and now you are going to be laid up on the couch with your body screaming in agony for the next... 10 hours. HAHA U FAIL. seriously, i put the nastiest greasiest breakfasts into my body to counteract the rawness of my hangover, and that helped, but... holy fuck. not to be all "old man" but my days of doing random shots and drinking horrible shit just b/c its there, those days need to be over. just give me my fucking super high grade vodka, splash a bit of cranberry in it, twist of lime, and i'm a happy camper. maybe a good beer or two as well, but even then, i just hate feeling hung over. it kills my drive. instead of getting stuff done, i just lay around the house and do nothing. which is ok every once and a while, but life is too short to just lay around and do nothing.

toledo....
toledo is just as depressing as youngstown.
the city is falling apart, the people for the most part suck, and its almost 2 hours away from cleveland. at least youngstown is only like an hour away. that extra hour makes a big difference. so i went to toledo, to do a little parts swap with andy, and get some more parts to complete a trade with this kid in akron, for my race bike project. i mean, the real reason is i needed some rob time, but when i got there there was some drama going on, and everyone was stressing out. seth had just wrecked rob's tomos and the forks were snapped at the bottom race, kayla and rob were yelling at each other about something stupid, and andy was stressed that these other people were stressed. i was just happy to get my hands greasy and change the reeds on my tomos, i put in some carbon fiber malossi reeds i got from treats, hoping i would get a bit more snap and kick, maybe gain a 1-2 mph on the top end, and i put on a new petcock as well. well i first started the tomos and hmm not any difference, in fact it was running crappier, and i thought hmm maybe i need to downjet to a 60 from a 62 it being spring and not winter. but midway thru our ride the tomos started cutting out, like a loss of fuel. maybe the new petcock wasn't flowing properly? air bubbles in my fuel line? reeds not functioning properly? who the fuck knows. the point is somehow we did get home without calling the fail truck, and i felt like a fucking chump. these toledo kids look at me and rob as "gurus" and y'know i guess i do enjoy being admired for moped awesomeness, but when my shit breaks or whatever it just embarrasses me. i mean i am not a guru. i am just a tinkerer who has good luck with his mopeds.

and then theres the whole nicole situation. i have a million friends in my ear all the time telling me i should stay away from her, that she is bad news, that i am just going to get hurt again, that i don't deserve to be treated the way i was, etc etc etc. and on the one hand maybe they are right. i have alot of different feelings about her, all the time. I guess i get really super hung up when i think about the fact that she blatantly lied to me about this other guy, and that she lied to him about being single. i mean, if you're engaged to someone, you need to wear that ring, and wear it proudly. but instead, she went around and gave boys the impression that she was single. i mean, that is just so fucked up beyond belief. like she just wanted to get dicked down by some other dude, just to see what it was like. i dont know what the motivation was, i just know what the result was.

anyway, blog, i keep getting distracted with work.

i am really excited about field trip.
i am writing lyrics, and they are pretty personal, at least for one song.
i'm not all emo, but yea, yea i kinda am.
and rehashing a failed romance, well, its a pretty universal topic.
and it gets my blood pumping
and then i get to scream at the end
and that feels really good.
"every day i wake up with a heartbroken hangover"
feels like a good lyric
"were you just trying to be cool?"
feels like a good lyric.

allright blog.
i guess the one thing i came away with, in the past 24 hours, is that a place by itself, is nothing. neither cool, nor awesome nor whatever. what makes a place cool or suck or anything, is the people that inhabit it.