I forgot to mention something about my motorcycle accident. I tend to think that gps devices are made for the suspicious characters out there. Something an ex-boytoy or something might like to carry in his arsenal, but I must hand it to google for introducing google.lattitude int othe world. If it wasn't for google lattitude, a friend from work would have never been able to find me, and if it wasn't for google maps, "V" would never have been able to find me. In all, I've always had a freaky thing against technology, but in regards to my incident, I can't help but thank God for gps devices.

There are a couple of things I've learned in the passed several days. Firstly, a Pre-MidLife Crisis sucks. The last thing you should do when the economy is this bad is change your spending habit. That much is a fair assessment. So, on to my story...

This is a short story about me and my Suzuki Boulevard M90. How much experience do I have on a motorcyle, you may ask yourself. Well, about two days worth of hands on training. I practiced the throttle control technique that many said I should start off with. Actually, they said that I needed to start off with an ACTUAL CLASS. But alas, what do experienced riders know about me and my ability to learn quickly. I've had years and years of expeirence riding a bicycle. How different could riding a 700 lb motorcycle be?! Poshh, Poshh!!

It was a sunny day in March. It was the 27th of March in a quite neighborhood in Houston. I had left work and headed straight to V's house for a quick ride around the neighborhood. I had decided to wear my helmet to see what it was like to ride with a helmet since the first time I went around the block, I had negleigently not worn it. The 27th was going to be different. It was going to be the first of many safe rides. It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship between man, machine and horsepower. We blended so well. I pulled out of the drive way and headed north. Down the street. I could hear the vibration between my legs as the engine purred. I followed traffic laws as best as I could. I leaned into turns as best as I could. It was a wonderful day in March. Then, out of no where, there it was. Another left turn. It starred at me. I felt an easiness fall over me as I saw one car go by, then the final car went by. I stood waiting, my hand on the throttle, posed, ready. then, I inched forward and I began my left turn, only this time, I didn't lean into it. I made a wide turn and as the rear wheel caught the wet grass, I felt the bike roll right, behind me. I put my rightfoot down to catch myself, unaware that there was 700+ lbs of monster heading my way behind me. As I felt something snap, I was thrown and tumbled to a stop, the last hit being my head on the pavement. Good thing I was wearing my helmet. My head bounced but no serious damage, except for my foot. To tell you the truth, I've never had broken bones before. Always wondered about them. In fact, I really never wanted to chance it. I broke four toes and I'm hobbling around on a good, weak leg. It could have been worse. Let this be a lesson: Take a motorcycle safety course ASAP! Don't be eager! Be patient! WEAR YOUR HELMET AND ANY OTHER SAFETY EQUIPMENT ( the scrapes on my arms hurt like hell)! My thing was that I told myself that I was just going around the block, wasn't going to leave the neighborhood. In actuality, I was planning on visiting V at work (a surprise to show off the motorcycle). This incident happened at or about 10 mph. It was a left turn and except for the grass being somewhat wet, it was a clear and beautiful day. I thank God it wasn't more severe. Lesson Learned

END OF LESSON

So, I went to buy kolache's for the office just now and I saw what can presumably be called a high school kid walking down the road. It's kind of cool out there so they were wearing a large parka. Anyway, I saw this person walking at the other end of the road (the length being about 2 miles) and it being kind of dark, I didn't notice anything but the extremely large backpack. As I returned to the building, I stepped out for a cigarette (the building being on the other end of the road) and there they were, trucking along, but this time I noticed a slight limp. All I could do was think, what makes a person so diligent? This person is trudging along the road, and aside from whatever pain or discomfort, they continue walking, almost as if they are drawn to some ultimate end. Ultimate ends...what end is there but THE ULTIMATE END? What makes people strive for something? I stood there watching, wanting to walk with the person, ask them about their life, their essense, mainly because I can't imagine such a power. I'm not as focused as this individual seemed. I found myself wanting to learn from this person whatever it was that they could teach me. Then, i also felt a loneliness. It seemed that as this person walked down the road, there was some loneliness that went with them. Almost as if they had to leave something behind to move forward. Or, it could be that this person had to run from something. All these things intell some sort of withdrawal from a circle of comfort, a known security. At that strong emotion, I wanted to yell, something along the lines of, "It'll be alright". Imagine how creepy that would have been, but imagine what kind of comfort that would have said to a wandering soul, left in the cold, left in the dark, in pain and agony.

The world is a sad place when you are alone. The color fades and the sound becomes muffled by the constant chatter of happiness that doesn't reside within you. No connection, no love, no embrace.

I wish you all a colorful world filled with familiar sounds.