One in a 40 million chance. I’m cruising around, minding my own business, heading over to the Port Alberni Wal-Mart to check out their summer fashions and……what do I see????
This my old bike, the very 1st bike I’ve ever owned, the bike I learned on, THE BIKE. This is the beast, the purple rocket, a 1985 Suzuki GSXR 750. The original, 1st year it was ever produced, imported, never available in Canada, collectors item. Looks exactly like the day I sold her to my buddy Evan many years ago. The same scratches, paint drips, exhaust, the chopped off fairing and the tiny custom windscreen that I remember making and spray painting black. The only thing I was able to notice was a new set of grips. The new owner, a super cool young dude and I had a little chat about the bike’s history, never thought I would ever see her again.
After buying the cheap Garmin which was a pain in the ass to use and didn’t even have the street I live on in it’s database I decided to go even cheaper and picked up the TomTom 130 at Future Shop for $160. I can’t believe how cheap this thing is, I already have 2 other GPS devices and really don’t need this one, but. It’s cute, small, cheap, the windshield mount is the coolest I’ve seen, it’s got really good PC GPS software and I’m gonna give my sister my old TomTom.
Another amazing weekend. The George Michael concert was full of fun and awesome music, I never thought I would be able to see this dude live. GM Place was rockin’, he closed the 3 hour concert with “Freedom”, it was nuts!! After the concert I met up with the infamous Christina-Moe, Nate, Natty and a few others and partied mildly till the wee hours of the night, total blast. On Saturday Arek and the rest of the crew took me to Salt Spring where my resourceful Marcie met us after scootering with all our weekend gear to Swartz Bay to pick up my Jeep that I parked there. We stayed at our favorite place, little cabin on St.Mary’s lake, had a fire and ate awesome food. On Sunday we had to return to Victoria, my Dad called and informed me that he once again drove across Canada in his camper to visit me. He brought the kids and some random Polish family-people too, rad!!!
You get to see what's going on around the plane, we have movies and TV plus you don't have to watch the same crap as everyone else. My vegetarian meal came as ordered, some type of a curry, no shit. Happily they had an extra left over meal, 2 hamburgers and some type of a cheesy mess, yum.
Just flying over Iceland. 6.5 hours till YVR and currently at 32,000 feet. Besides some weird creaking sounds nothing else to report. Did I already mention that I hate flying? I would rather be rowing a fucking Coleman canoe across the ocean than be sitting in this aluminum tube.