Not So Sure
Last Fall we went to our friend’s motorbike build-off contest. It was held in a very flavorful part of town (that’s my nice way of saying the ghetto), and I’m pretty sure we were the only ones who were insane enough to bring a small child. We joked that day that we’d return to our car to find it stripped and our bright yellow “Baby on Board” sticker in the gutter. It was loud and probably very damaging to all of our lungs. The burnouts were cool to watch, but the whole time I was thinking, “When is the bike going to go flying, and where is it going to land?” After all, it was an experimental bike build-off, meaning all the bikes there were constructed by their owners from parts retrieved from who knows where. And I’m pretty sure no one there had Motorbike Insurance. Not really the top priority, you know? In the end, we all survived and were actually glad we went. It was pretty fun. At least there was beer.
But do I want Jason getting a bike? He swears he’ll be careful, but OH. MY. GOD. They scare me. I think we should get a Vespa instead. A pink one. ;)
