Heheheh Dorkwad

So, The Devil's Rejects. Effin' weird. Freaky. Incredibly not NC-17. Not bad...but going to a theatre prepared for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and taking in the latest Rob Zombie freakshow instead...eh, culture shock.


I have finally succeeded. I no longer suck at riding this thing. Now, I'm not GOOD, mind you, but I don't SUCK. My second attempt was a far cry above and beyond my previous attempt, during which I failed to steer the bike or do anything, really, other than careen across a field with Travis screaming "ClutchClutchClutchClutch!!" in my left ear. (Too bad that's the partially deaf one....)

Okay, so I crashed the bike into a fence. But other than that, seriously, it was a grand evening. (I didn't do too much damage - a booboo on my knee and a jammed shoulder, thank God, because I'd feel like a pansy if I walked away from my first ride injury-less. And yes, I'm pretty sure I lose cool points in the motocross world for saying "booboo".)


See, look at me! Steering!


We stopped at Winn-Dixie for ice cream, and Travis picked up a new pretty backpack for his return to the student world.

I'm trying really hard, I assure you, to not focus on the severe weirdness of the girl on the guy's big-boy bike, wearing his big-boy gear (including his entirely-too-large big-boy boots) and tearing up the lawn versus the guy in a pretty pink backpack on an ice cream run. Pushing the envelope...that's who we are - it's what we're all about.