Something Red and Something Racey

Trip Start Jul 20, 2006
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Trip End May 10, 2007


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Thursday, September 14, 2006

I've always wanted something red and something racey. I tried red hair for awhile, but people started to ask if I was Irish, but clearly I'm not due to my intolerance for alcohol.

As a child I wanted a red car, but my dad protested telling me it was too flashy and that cops would catch me speeding, but if you know me, you know I drive like a defenseless grandma.

I sold my conservative white Honda sedan before moving to South East Asia, and I am
finally the proud owner of 100 cc's of something red and something racey

I went from a Chevy 2-dr to a Honda 4-dr and never thought I'd venture into the world of a Yamaha with no doors. My new red hot Yamaha Mio motor bike has been named "hot lips" in memory of a sea dingy I used while spending summers in Catalina. I am manual driving deficient, so I settled for a "fake" motor bike as my friend Steve would call it, on a scooter. The last thing I need to be doing is changing gears while driving on the left side of the road, all the while maintaining my balance on the obstacle course they call roads here. Fear not friends and family, I am adamant about driving with my matching fire red fiberglass helmet.

I know my family is cringing as they read this. When my dad met my mom, she was driving around a motor bike and my dad made her get rid of it. So I can only sense the feeling pops has as he thinks about his baby riding around on a motor bike...on the other side of the world...on the wrong side of the road. But I must say, I love it! I knew when I rode a motorcycle through the Tuscan countryside in '04, that I liked it all too much. So, now i've gone out and gotten my own wind-in-your-face-maker.
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