There was an incident.

The ground was involved.

Some parts of my bike are no longer “straight”.

But my thousands of dollars in protective equipment worked.

I get my bike back today after it being in the shop all week, and after spending huge wads of cash on the stupid public transport system.

I also have an interesting job interview next Tuesday…. it’s not a job that most people would think I’d go for, but it could be interesting, it could also pay me a little better than ISYS123 pracs….

Of course by training, I mean catching the train…. again. Stupid hick backwoods motorcycle dealer needing to order parts means I have no motorsickle….

I’ll give you a clue, its supposed to go vroom vroom. Its also supposed to take me to work.

Instead I’m at home, and my stupid bike is sitting off to the side of the F3 freeway. Its obviously some kinda electrical problem…. which sucks, because it was going to get serviced next week and such problems would hopefully get found in that process. Oh well, in one scenario I’ll just end up dealing with an insurance company, who’ll pay out the rest of my loan….

What I’ve felt, what I’ve known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there, ’cause I’m the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?

I wanna be paid in yachts….