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Yeah, a little late to be posting about Maui weekend highlights, but you know what, fuck you, I've been busy, bitch. Anyway, the Friday we pulled in, me and 3 other guys embark on a journey to find a moped rental place in the attempts to start the Lake Erie Moped Gang. Mission, successful. So we proceeded to cruise down the one and only highway on the whole Island of Maui which would have ended up taking us toward Hana, a real touristy place with great views. We didn't even make it half way there before we stopped at a Carl's Jr./Shell gas station to give our asses a relaxing, get a big ass burger in our system and fill up our Hogs. Then, we went into the adjacent parking lot and proceeded to tear ass 35 mph at a run in the lot, hopping speed bumps and drag racing. Good times, untill my idiot friend(who also happened to pay for the moped I was riding) cut me off and I had to but the hog into a curb-ripping the right hand brake and rear-veiw mirror off. Good times. Some road rash around the ankles, but as far as our moped gang was concerned, I earned my broken wings that night. Tried to dismount and fix the problem after I picked the hog up, and it fell over on the other side, knocking the left side loose, not broken...yet. So, after that fiasco, it's well past dark, so we decide to roll back into the strip, pick up some 40's, park the bikes, and drink up. So we did, but not before we cruised up and down the strip 20 or 30 times, honking at all the drunk guys off our ship. Met up with some other buddies, one of which ran after our lead rider and then hopped onto my bike while in motion in the middle of the street. Good times continued. We then made a bet with our bitch rider that he couldn't pick up a chick with a moped, so, off he went. Mission failure. The wager- a polished brass Navy Chief's Zippo with his name stamped on it. Needless to say, I jacked it from the winner and gave it back to old boy. SO, after we finished our 40's, we went up and down the strip in attempts to finda good party goin on, I stoped at a couple of bars, played babysitter for a few guys who had way too much to drink, ground hips and ass with a few hot officers off the ship who were obviously drunk and whooring it up, then made our way to the beach, where we ran across a hotel party that we crashed. Listened to some good tunes courtesy of the locals and a ukelele, drank some mai thai's and tahitian beer for the next few hours, swung from a banya tree, saved a local swinging from the tree from certain disaster-kinda, and made my way back to the ship with my running crew. The next day was kinda lame, saw a movie, bought some beer, went to this pizza place called vinny's, bought up all the pizza they had left since they closed, went to the beach, drank our beer and ate our pizza and played the movie game- all the movie you can think of coinciding with the alphabet, so, needless to say, after 4 hours of drinking, we only got to K. The last day, I had watch on the beach, so I was in my whites most of the night, talked to a lot of old couples and a few hotties, had a few pictures taken, and delt with a lot of drunks from the ship, mostly Cheifs and Officers, which I thought was funny as hell. Played taxi driver for all the persons with rentals, and ended up catcing a few drunk officers dropping off a car, so, needless to say, I fucked with them-of course. All the fun ended about 2 am, and then we left the next day, which was a long, lame and quiet monday-everyone from ships people to the friends and family were mostly hungover or partyed out, so it was real quiet. As far as Maui went, that was about it. Not immense fun, but, I was amused for the weekend. We have pictures of the moped crew, so it's all good. Anyway, I'm gonna go smoke a cigarette, I've typed waaaaaaay too much. Later, Bitches!!
SEACREST, OUT!!!