erin

Time for a Seattle Blood Drive 4 update. Bourbon Bandits saved me with a half gallon of whiskey. That night, I woke up in a hammock, freezing cold. Met a few awesome moped chicks, Tiffany, Ann, and Arianna. Girls with mopeds are so damn adorable, I'm not even counting myself.

It was fuckin fun and I bonded with my Cuddle Puddle homeboys, who i heart more than ever.



Mike was the ambulance, and picked up all the poor little moped girls and boys that broke down. He was quite a hit after he decided to stop being a weenie and let himself have a good time.

I can't wait until SF, the Creatures of the Loin rally.



Exhausting.

Motron is running fast (after rebuilding the engine, installing a 70cc polini cylinder kit, a 16mm Dell'Orto carb and 15mm manifold) and i've been jetting to try to get it performing properly. It's not the easiest thing I've ever done. Mike comes home tomorrow so we can start breaking it in with fun rides instead of just errands and trips to and from work. It's hauling ass though. I had a dream that I was riding it up a volcano and the rubber was peeling off the tires while I dodged winged demons and lava. Motron and me, in the apocalypse.

Happy happy happy. I don't think my brain will ever let me stop doing and learning something. I don't mind....