Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Story Time

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The engine sputtered. Then ran. Then sputtered worse and cut out.

My motorcycle began quietly rolling down the highway, losing speed to the surrounding traffic. Some folks gave space as I worked to cross four lanes of commuter traffic, but most continued past without slowing. One man came close behind me then aggressively switched lanes to pass on the right with his horn blaring. It was horrible. Powerless. Alone.

My bike came to a halt on the shoulder of the highway a quarter mile from an exit. There was no gas station near the ramp, but it was a quiet place to work on the motorcycle, so I pushed until gravity allowed the bike to coast.

The slow jaunt gave me time to examine the debris along the highway. First came the rubber shrapnel of an exploded truck tire. Large sections of sidewall lay intermingled with fragments of tread protruding rusted steel belting. Next came the head of a shovel. It looked unused but for the jagged stump of wood where the handle had been broken off. I wove my way through these until a crumpled lady's brassiere appeared. It was purple and I ran it over in a moment of childish enjoyment.

The exit led to a frontage road that intersected two city streets in a confused jumble. Avoiding the mess, I coasted the motorcycle onto the sidewalk and stopped under a tree. It was summer and the sun was high. If I was to be broken down, it was best done in shade.....cont. 


Monday, January 7, 2013

From Seoul With Love

Elvis making boss moves In S. Korea. Unsung Magazine, 1st skate mag from S. Korea, for the homies, by the homies. Check it http://unsungmagazine.kr/


Tuesday, January 1, 2013

White Boy in the Philippines

After months without a day off, I found myself on a plane out of Korea for a week.  The Philippines are fucking sketchy.  Much like Korea, if you can weld it, you can ride it.  125cc bikes reign supreme.  The owners let me ride them whenever I wanted as well.  5 bucks gets you far over there.  Monkeys on the mountains and hookers that attack in the bars.  I went looking for old moto-helmets but got hopelessly lost in the ghetto for a few hours instead.  Don't worry; the Sewer-God look keeps you safe out here.  It's safe to say I love fairings on bikes.  Shut up Dumpster baby.