i just discovered that there is a tropical fish wholesaler operating in the basement of the office i work at. piranha attack!
plus: why is it wholesaler and not wholeseller?
welcome home, you fuel-starving-gremlin-hoarding-pain-in-my-ass. please wait more than twelve miles before deciding you need another five months at the motorbike spa. i’d like to get some riding time in this spring.
this takes me way, way back to the dawn of internet viral video. so. happy.
ok, so, the douchey culture of action sports is crammed into this video, so i’m a little bit embarrassed to be sharing this, but holy crackers, this is some serious driving.
skip the first minute.
holy shit. this really happened in ‘89?
vernon gets out the note-hose at the 2:55 mark.
you haven’t seen the last of me, Bangkok.
magic is real.
last night in ko lanta means one last feel-good sunset shot.
i’ll miss it here.
this more or less sums up the last 48 hours.
posting up with the ladies for the next three nights.
romance in 3… 2… 1…
long tail boat to railay. bring exact change.
the kingdom of thailand was gracious enough to grant me a visa.
i’m gettin’ the hell outta here. next stop, beaches.
experienced food poisoning? check. denied entry to your flight to bangkok? check. waiting on new visa? check.
let’s play some fucking wii.
one thing i love about motorcycles is how different you see the world around you. everything just seems more, well, just more. i’m pretty sure this is covered in the first few chapters of Zen and The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance and is probably much better explained there.
also, i can tell you first hand that a 6’2”, 225 lbs bearded white guy on the back of a late 60’s Honda S90 is going to get more than just few glances from the locals.
