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Sep. 19th, 2005 09:08 amSo. Must work 11-7:00 today. Am not in bad pain. All will be well. i can make it and then tomorrow: Scoot! Hurrah.
I am actually considering doing some speed-gardening before I must go to work. That would be ambitious of me.
I am assuming since i haven't gotten a phone call that Z has made it onto the bus-- he went zipping out the door five minutes late and said "listen for a phone call!" -- if he misses the bus he calls me and I come drive him to work. Inefficient, I know, but what can you do?
Made a new Stella icon. Am such a dork. it's not even my obsession. Though, I don't think I've mentioned, but Z's been on the Buffalo-area Scooterists' mailing list and everyone has been so friendly and excited to have him join, he's already been invited to all sorts of parties and rallies and the like, and the seller of his scooter already gave him the run-down on the various characters-- the biker heavy covered in tattoos who is a big ol' sweetie, the gay couple, the lesbian couple, the normal guy, etc., and of course what they all drive. (One of the lesbians has a limited edition British Racing Green Stella. She is the coolest person ever.) So Z's a little excited to be involved in a "scene" now. Ooo. And I think it'd be fun to go along as his ... scooter mama? Can you be a scooter mama?
I knew I bought new silkscreen ink for a reason: I need snarky homemade t-shirts, man.
Z wants one of those shirts that says, on the back, "if you can read this, the bitch fell off." I can't decide if I'd be offended by that.
So, tomorrow, which I have off, yays, Z is going to take off from work after noon (to make up for the six or seven hours this weekend he spent sitting under the basement stairs with their ailing file server trying to get the files onto the new Xserve RAID array), we're going to go to the DMV and get our motorcycle permits, we're going to go to Radioactive Cycles on Sheridan and buy helmets if we can, and then we're going to go over to the scooter shop (er, Percy's garage) on Main and pick up Visvalda. Percy also rents the parking lot across the street and thus has volunteered to teach Z how to drive the thing. Z's considering driving it home, but I'm thinking perhaps, perhaps it might be wiser to convince Percy to drive it there for us, and then drive him back to his shop afterward. Simply because by that point it may well be the evening rush hour, and Z has never driven a standard transmission automobile, much less one where the clutch and shifter are your left hand and the brake and gas are your right. Urgh-- confusing! I bet he'll be great at it, but I don't actually want to bet my life he'll be great at it immediately. (I mean, unless he is, of course.)
The word within the scooter scene is that it's OKish to drive yourself around on your scooter with just a permit, because a) cops almost never stop you because scooterists really aren't high on either their threatened-by or annoyed-by lists, and b) it's just a $50 fine and no points-- you're driving out of class, not without a license. So a lot of people go a long time on just their permit, because the just plain road test is a royal pain in the ass, and the Safety Course With Road Test Included is tremendously expensive.
Me, I don't know if I've shared this little tidbit about myself, but I, well, failed my road test a bunch of times. So I'm not real psyched about taking another one. They failed me for the stupidest shit; only once did I really deserve to fail, and that was because I was so terrified that I'd fail yet a third time that I made a right on red without completely stopping, and freaked out, and etc. etc. Road Test From Hell story. The other times: shit, man, I'd been driving standard since I was twelve. I logged about 50-100 miles a week, on highways, city roads, in the rain, in the dark, for over a year after I got my permit: I am a thoroughly competent driver. But a test-taker? Not so much.
I'm not going to divulge precisely how many attempts it took me to get my license. Let's just say my sixteenth year was a shitty one.
I am actually considering doing some speed-gardening before I must go to work. That would be ambitious of me.
I am assuming since i haven't gotten a phone call that Z has made it onto the bus-- he went zipping out the door five minutes late and said "listen for a phone call!" -- if he misses the bus he calls me and I come drive him to work. Inefficient, I know, but what can you do?
Made a new Stella icon. Am such a dork. it's not even my obsession. Though, I don't think I've mentioned, but Z's been on the Buffalo-area Scooterists' mailing list and everyone has been so friendly and excited to have him join, he's already been invited to all sorts of parties and rallies and the like, and the seller of his scooter already gave him the run-down on the various characters-- the biker heavy covered in tattoos who is a big ol' sweetie, the gay couple, the lesbian couple, the normal guy, etc., and of course what they all drive. (One of the lesbians has a limited edition British Racing Green Stella. She is the coolest person ever.) So Z's a little excited to be involved in a "scene" now. Ooo. And I think it'd be fun to go along as his ... scooter mama? Can you be a scooter mama?
I knew I bought new silkscreen ink for a reason: I need snarky homemade t-shirts, man.
Z wants one of those shirts that says, on the back, "if you can read this, the bitch fell off." I can't decide if I'd be offended by that.
So, tomorrow, which I have off, yays, Z is going to take off from work after noon (to make up for the six or seven hours this weekend he spent sitting under the basement stairs with their ailing file server trying to get the files onto the new Xserve RAID array), we're going to go to the DMV and get our motorcycle permits, we're going to go to Radioactive Cycles on Sheridan and buy helmets if we can, and then we're going to go over to the scooter shop (er, Percy's garage) on Main and pick up Visvalda. Percy also rents the parking lot across the street and thus has volunteered to teach Z how to drive the thing. Z's considering driving it home, but I'm thinking perhaps, perhaps it might be wiser to convince Percy to drive it there for us, and then drive him back to his shop afterward. Simply because by that point it may well be the evening rush hour, and Z has never driven a standard transmission automobile, much less one where the clutch and shifter are your left hand and the brake and gas are your right. Urgh-- confusing! I bet he'll be great at it, but I don't actually want to bet my life he'll be great at it immediately. (I mean, unless he is, of course.)
The word within the scooter scene is that it's OKish to drive yourself around on your scooter with just a permit, because a) cops almost never stop you because scooterists really aren't high on either their threatened-by or annoyed-by lists, and b) it's just a $50 fine and no points-- you're driving out of class, not without a license. So a lot of people go a long time on just their permit, because the just plain road test is a royal pain in the ass, and the Safety Course With Road Test Included is tremendously expensive.
Me, I don't know if I've shared this little tidbit about myself, but I, well, failed my road test a bunch of times. So I'm not real psyched about taking another one. They failed me for the stupidest shit; only once did I really deserve to fail, and that was because I was so terrified that I'd fail yet a third time that I made a right on red without completely stopping, and freaked out, and etc. etc. Road Test From Hell story. The other times: shit, man, I'd been driving standard since I was twelve. I logged about 50-100 miles a week, on highways, city roads, in the rain, in the dark, for over a year after I got my permit: I am a thoroughly competent driver. But a test-taker? Not so much.
I'm not going to divulge precisely how many attempts it took me to get my license. Let's just say my sixteenth year was a shitty one.
