Donkey Puncherelli

Today is Easter. For those of you that choose to believe in Zombie Jebus, congratulations. He is risen! For the rest of the future inhabitants of damnation that decide to live this out as anyother Sunday, hooray for us.



Currently, I am rather exhausted and thirsty. I was so thirsty that I actually left the house in search of some liquid refreshment. I suppose that doesn't make me as exhausted as I thought I was. Also, it was so beautiful outside that I needed to go and treat myself to the changes in the environment brought about by global warming. I found this little diddy of a drink at the corner store. They always have interesting drinks in this store. Not only do they carry this carrot and apple concoction from Poland, but they have a vast and wide array of tasty malt liquors.

Thoughts on being tired -

This weeks adventure began Friday night. A few people decided to gather at a place known as "The Bikerowave" for an adventure of sorts. This adventure consisted of driving in an RV to Santa Barbara (which is around 2 hours or so from Los Angeles), getting out of said RV, and then BIKING back to L.A. Yes. I wrote that. Read on.

There were about 7 riders that began this fantastic voyage. One of us stopped at the 100 mile mark, and the rest of us continued to Echo Park.

The hightlights and cause of my being tired are as follows:

We started in Santa Barbara at 12 a.m., on Saturday morning. There really wasn't much to look at until we arrived somewhere on Pacific Coast Highway. There were giant, boulder like cliffs and a vast, sparkling ocean that glittered in the bask of the moonlight. If you've ever seen the movie "Goonies," then just imagine the coastal shots if they were done at night. All of us riders had to pull over to watch this amazing scene.

Somewhere after the Leo Carillo Camping Grounds, we entered what would soon be an area of epic suck. Mile after mile we had to climb hills. I suppose the payoff was rewarding enough. Once we got to the top of some massive hill, we ended up in Malibu Creek State Park. I felt like I was looking at the 'Shire just after leaving Mordor. There were a few rolling hills, a gentle mist flowing above them, and the sun peeking over the top of these sloping greens. I wanted to stop and look but I was too busy going 40 mph downhill.

We finally got to Echo Park at 1 p.m. We ended up having a nice 140 miles under our belts. The total for me in that period of time was about 170. I had to ride places earlier so what the hell, I'm adding them. I wanted to take pictures of this ride. I even took a camera. I was too busy riding and having a blast (or killing my legs) to snap even one photo.

Here is a picture of a bike:


Bikes rule.

I'm a bad person. Let me explain.

This weekend, Acura hosted the L.A. Marathon/Bike Tour. The cost was $40 some odd dollars to enter. I don't know the specifics because I didn't pay. This basically means that I am a thief and that I stole money from cancer patients, children with hairlips in Guam, and old ladies  that can't afford this month's batch of Depends.

Someone had the bright idea to "crash" the Bike Tour, as that's what us feisty Midnight Ridazz tend to do. We like riding in the middle of the street in large numbers, making lots of noise, and not paying for things (beer don't buy itself!).

At first, when talk of this non-paying came up, I was against it. I didn't want to take away arts and crafts time from some kid that eats play-dough at the age of 13 and still wears Osh Kosh Bigosh over-alls. Since I am of a low moral fiber, I decided to go for it.  I mean, if you're going to go all out, you might as well go big.

I snapped the above picture just as the Sun was coming up. I was too tired to give a crap if it looked good. I was also on one of Los Angeles' well paved streets that is anything but. I must also mention that that I had been up since the previous day so this must have been at about hour 20 of no sleep time.

Here's to going to Hell in a hand basket.