Hi there, welcome to the BLOG of my life as a Vagabiker. Beryl calls me a 'Free Spirit' my Grandpa a B.U.M. of no fixed address. Kelly says I'm 'off the wall'. I think that the Toad is closest saying I'm the Cat in the Hat it's fun to have fun—but you have to know how.

These are the stories of my unique, home-and-job-free Natness.

Naturally, quasi-legal events are fictional. Everything else is the unvarnished truth.

Achtung

If you are driving around Syracuse NY, don’t speed, because I think that there is a grumpy trooper - Peace Man

I’ve evacuated to Killington for the Williamson – Cheswick Carnival. I’ve been training for the last month specifically for this event, but non-the-less I’m still a little worried about making it through the weekend.

After bragging 2 nites ago about the Subie’s superior mechanical abilities my ears were greeted on the drive up here by the sound of metal on metal while braking. The irony of this is that for 3.5 years I have been driving around with spare car brake pads in the boot, but last month I left them in DK’s garage.

The tires were due for their annual rotation, so I guess that’s what’s on tap for the rest of the morning. That and a trip to the post office, as well as the ‘hour of power’ ride.

Cheers

Focker

Filed under: rare form, really stupid things by Nat @ September 9, 2005 | | Top   

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