They took it. The bastards stole her. I can't believe it.
Last night, my brother calls me with news. It was one of those calls that gives you that hot, bad feeling in your stomach immediately, where you know bad news is coming - but you don't know how bad - and you start praying for bad-but-not-so-bad news. My prayer went unanswered.
My bike is gone. All that was left was my big chain that was obviously parted using bolt cutters. I can't believe it. I'm still in a state of shock. I wasn't even given a chance to ride in South Beach yet. I just got her out of storage a few days before I left for market. My marina is supposedly a "safe" place. But I don't care about that, I don't care about safe. I just can't believe I'll never get to see her again. I loved that bike. Fuck. It's probably halfway to Haiti by now. I'm so upset.
I feel like I'm in a scene from Pee Wee's Big Adventure. Where's my super bike horn? I'm going to pass out.
I'm glad I got the news over the phone. I cannot have the mental image of that broken chain and no bike, no way.
I just hope whoever the hell took her sells her to someone that really needs and deserves a good bike. And I hope that person hauls ass everywhere. She liked to go really, really fast. The fastest I ever got her up to was 36.8mph down the huge hill in Newport, top gear, pedalling my ass off. It was one of the scariest, most exhilarating memories I have.
Yes, it could have been worse. But that doesn't make this better.
I might as well just keep typing.
What else?
Last night I went out with the Young Ones of the furniture market (the 7 people under 40 in the showroom). All great people. Despite the fact it was a bit of a sausage party (the male to female ratio was 6:1), a wonderful time was had by all. We went to a place that had excellent food and started drinking. The progression went something like this: Coronas to Whiskey Sours to Irish Car Bombs. There's nothing like an entire table of people doing Car Bombs. Not too break my own arm patting myself on the back, but mine was the first glass down each time. My brother Mike instilled in me the love for ICBs and every time I have one it brings back such good memories of him. But we only did two rounds before they ran out of Guiness ("...ran out of Guiness?! what the hell kind of restaurant is this?"). I've always been good at Car Bombs. I would put my skills against any challenger. (Yes, the gauntlet has been thrown down. Loser buys.) So back to the whiskies and coronas ("Corona, please, lemon not a lime, thank you"... "Excuse me, Brandy? Yeah, can I get a lemon - and not this lime? Thanks."... "Brandy, listen, I know you're busy, but if you could get me that lemon when you get a chance, I'd really appreciate it. Thanks" I finally fished the lemon out of my water glass and later went without citrus on subsequent rounds. For me, it was more whiskey than beer anyway). I was drinking to forget my recent loss and I think it empowered me with near superhuman alcohol-absorbtion abilities. More drinks, lots of conversation. It was fun. It has been so long since I have had a real social experience like that. The last couple years have been spent away from that. It was nice to get out and talk and joke and laugh. I nearly forgot how much I liked other people at times. We ordered and ate. The food was fantastic, with the notable exception of the Curry Shrimp my friend Melissa ordered. I don't think she enjoyed it very much. The lesson? Don't buy a curry dish in a seafood restaurant in High Point, NC.
So where do you get good curry? Ban Thai in Tampa, Florida (in my experience, the best in the US - I shit you not), Thai Cuisine in Newport, RI (a damn close second), there's a very good one in San Francisco (in the market district, I believe, but the name escapes me. Usually, when I'm in SF I'm too busy at the Buena Vista drinking irish coffees), and finally, Thai Toni in South Beach is a runner up (more expensive and smaller portions, plus they skimp on the bamboo shoots - what's up with that?).
I'm always on the lookout for great Thai restaurants. The only condition is that they serve tofu green curry as that is the only thing I order. In fact, that is the only entree I have ever ordered. You may want to take that into consideration when reading the above reviews. Does anyone know of any good thai restaurants? Maybe I'll go post that question in a restaurant group.
I really hope they don't chop my bike for parts. I couldn't imagine a worse fate for her.
What else to say? I guess I'll shut down for a while. Take care all.
Last night, my brother calls me with news. It was one of those calls that gives you that hot, bad feeling in your stomach immediately, where you know bad news is coming - but you don't know how bad - and you start praying for bad-but-not-so-bad news. My prayer went unanswered.
My bike is gone. All that was left was my big chain that was obviously parted using bolt cutters. I can't believe it. I'm still in a state of shock. I wasn't even given a chance to ride in South Beach yet. I just got her out of storage a few days before I left for market. My marina is supposedly a "safe" place. But I don't care about that, I don't care about safe. I just can't believe I'll never get to see her again. I loved that bike. Fuck. It's probably halfway to Haiti by now. I'm so upset.
I feel like I'm in a scene from Pee Wee's Big Adventure. Where's my super bike horn? I'm going to pass out.
I'm glad I got the news over the phone. I cannot have the mental image of that broken chain and no bike, no way.
I just hope whoever the hell took her sells her to someone that really needs and deserves a good bike. And I hope that person hauls ass everywhere. She liked to go really, really fast. The fastest I ever got her up to was 36.8mph down the huge hill in Newport, top gear, pedalling my ass off. It was one of the scariest, most exhilarating memories I have.
Yes, it could have been worse. But that doesn't make this better.
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I might as well just keep typing.
What else?
Last night I went out with the Young Ones of the furniture market (the 7 people under 40 in the showroom). All great people. Despite the fact it was a bit of a sausage party (the male to female ratio was 6:1), a wonderful time was had by all. We went to a place that had excellent food and started drinking. The progression went something like this: Coronas to Whiskey Sours to Irish Car Bombs. There's nothing like an entire table of people doing Car Bombs. Not too break my own arm patting myself on the back, but mine was the first glass down each time. My brother Mike instilled in me the love for ICBs and every time I have one it brings back such good memories of him. But we only did two rounds before they ran out of Guiness ("...ran out of Guiness?! what the hell kind of restaurant is this?"). I've always been good at Car Bombs. I would put my skills against any challenger. (Yes, the gauntlet has been thrown down. Loser buys.) So back to the whiskies and coronas ("Corona, please, lemon not a lime, thank you"... "Excuse me, Brandy? Yeah, can I get a lemon - and not this lime? Thanks."... "Brandy, listen, I know you're busy, but if you could get me that lemon when you get a chance, I'd really appreciate it. Thanks" I finally fished the lemon out of my water glass and later went without citrus on subsequent rounds. For me, it was more whiskey than beer anyway). I was drinking to forget my recent loss and I think it empowered me with near superhuman alcohol-absorbtion abilities. More drinks, lots of conversation. It was fun. It has been so long since I have had a real social experience like that. The last couple years have been spent away from that. It was nice to get out and talk and joke and laugh. I nearly forgot how much I liked other people at times. We ordered and ate. The food was fantastic, with the notable exception of the Curry Shrimp my friend Melissa ordered. I don't think she enjoyed it very much. The lesson? Don't buy a curry dish in a seafood restaurant in High Point, NC.
So where do you get good curry? Ban Thai in Tampa, Florida (in my experience, the best in the US - I shit you not), Thai Cuisine in Newport, RI (a damn close second), there's a very good one in San Francisco (in the market district, I believe, but the name escapes me. Usually, when I'm in SF I'm too busy at the Buena Vista drinking irish coffees), and finally, Thai Toni in South Beach is a runner up (more expensive and smaller portions, plus they skimp on the bamboo shoots - what's up with that?).
I'm always on the lookout for great Thai restaurants. The only condition is that they serve tofu green curry as that is the only thing I order. In fact, that is the only entree I have ever ordered. You may want to take that into consideration when reading the above reviews. Does anyone know of any good thai restaurants? Maybe I'll go post that question in a restaurant group.
I really hope they don't chop my bike for parts. I couldn't imagine a worse fate for her.
What else to say? I guess I'll shut down for a while. Take care all.
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Rockin' the irish car bombs.............nice. i like to pat my back as well when it comes to holding liquor. Fucking waitresses and bartenders that can't handle their shit, fuckin' ass.
There is a RAD thai restaurant in Monterey, CA called ban thai!!!!! soooooo great. Great singapore noodles.
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