This whole motorcycle thing is out of control. The yellow Duc is gone–the person who wanted to trade for my two Guzzi’s changed his mind. That’s okay, because I now have the two Guzzi’s and last night went out and got a newer Ducati, same model, fewer miles and not yellow.
We drove it home last night. Two hour drive listening to the stock pipes was murder. Once those get drilled out or replaced, I will be perfectly happy and have no reason to ever write again.
Plus and also, I spent the day with my friends Hannah and Chris and even though it’s been like 10 years since we’ve seen each other, it’s like we just took a quick break and we’re just finishing the conversation. I like them. Go to the gnitter blog to see. Chris plays accordian andis going to start a cable show about avante garde art. Hannah takes pictures of surgeries and weddings (I’m not sure what the difference is, but she insists it exists.)