Today part one of my blog will be written in a semi Haiku.
Oh My Savoir My
Pleasure. We found and slew the
Food Lion to consume you.
So yesterday I got this wild hair up my ass and decided to drive four hours to the outer banks to see the sunset. I started the trip with a feeling that I would have car problems but more on that later. So I bought a map and started to drive. The tension built the whole way there. My stereo was not working so I drove to the tune of my six cylinder symphony. I really love driving through North Carolina. It's not the winding roads of California, but it is an encompassment of culture that is a complete turn around from my own. There is so much farm land between here and the outer banks. So many yards filled with rusting cars and items that are usually plastered all over yard sales. Life is slower.
I drove for about four hours, my sole purpose being that of wanting to see the ocean. Near the end I was chasing the sunset to make it to the beach. I parked my car at the public beach entrance at 5:45 and sprinted hard to make it up and over the dunes. I reached the top breathless and was met with a wonderful sight. The coast was splayed before me. The yellow and red hues of the setting sun mixing in with the ever growing purple and blues of the evening sky. I had made it. I saw what I wanted to see. So I went home. This is where the fun began. But before that pictures!
and one of me.
Anyways I ended up deciding to come back because its the off season and I had accomplished what I set out to do. Well my deep sense of ill ab out my car came full circle when my V belt broke. So I rushed to an auto parts store to pick up a new belt. Well I made it there 5 minutes late -_- And so they turned me away. I found a dude with a temporary belt but as we were trying to install it I dropped the screw. Well fuck. I started to drive again without a damn V belt and I made it about 50 more miles before my battery died. My car rolled to a halt in probably the worst spot possible. The first person to walk up on me was this probable dealer... I wasn't sure. Well he offered his protection to me for a fee and without any other choice I took his offer. He ended up getting some smacked up mechanics to come mess with my car. And 3 forties, an 18 pack of natty lite, and 40 bucks later my car was running again. I started off again.... only to have the temp belt break about a half mile down the road in the middle of a bridge. (Makes a Sad Panda Face)
Well thankfully I had a sleeping bag that I took along for the ride. The place I parked my car after I pushed it across this huge bridge was dark and secluded. So I locked up my car and tried to go to sleep right next to it. In my hands I clutched a screwdriver... just in case anyone wanted to mess with me. After an hour I got really cold and paranoid so I slept the rest of my uncomfortable night in my car. My car is not something made to be slept in.
The next day I walked the four mile round trip and got a new V belt, dropped it in the car, and then drove home. My plan now is to hang out with Stella for tonight, maybe get some chinese food, and possibly go workout. Who knows.
More later.
Sam
P.S.
Cute girls make Sam a silly boy.
Oh My Savoir My
Pleasure. We found and slew the
Food Lion to consume you.
So yesterday I got this wild hair up my ass and decided to drive four hours to the outer banks to see the sunset. I started the trip with a feeling that I would have car problems but more on that later. So I bought a map and started to drive. The tension built the whole way there. My stereo was not working so I drove to the tune of my six cylinder symphony. I really love driving through North Carolina. It's not the winding roads of California, but it is an encompassment of culture that is a complete turn around from my own. There is so much farm land between here and the outer banks. So many yards filled with rusting cars and items that are usually plastered all over yard sales. Life is slower.
I drove for about four hours, my sole purpose being that of wanting to see the ocean. Near the end I was chasing the sunset to make it to the beach. I parked my car at the public beach entrance at 5:45 and sprinted hard to make it up and over the dunes. I reached the top breathless and was met with a wonderful sight. The coast was splayed before me. The yellow and red hues of the setting sun mixing in with the ever growing purple and blues of the evening sky. I had made it. I saw what I wanted to see. So I went home. This is where the fun began. But before that pictures!
and one of me.
Anyways I ended up deciding to come back because its the off season and I had accomplished what I set out to do. Well my deep sense of ill ab out my car came full circle when my V belt broke. So I rushed to an auto parts store to pick up a new belt. Well I made it there 5 minutes late -_- And so they turned me away. I found a dude with a temporary belt but as we were trying to install it I dropped the screw. Well fuck. I started to drive again without a damn V belt and I made it about 50 more miles before my battery died. My car rolled to a halt in probably the worst spot possible. The first person to walk up on me was this probable dealer... I wasn't sure. Well he offered his protection to me for a fee and without any other choice I took his offer. He ended up getting some smacked up mechanics to come mess with my car. And 3 forties, an 18 pack of natty lite, and 40 bucks later my car was running again. I started off again.... only to have the temp belt break about a half mile down the road in the middle of a bridge. (Makes a Sad Panda Face)
Well thankfully I had a sleeping bag that I took along for the ride. The place I parked my car after I pushed it across this huge bridge was dark and secluded. So I locked up my car and tried to go to sleep right next to it. In my hands I clutched a screwdriver... just in case anyone wanted to mess with me. After an hour I got really cold and paranoid so I slept the rest of my uncomfortable night in my car. My car is not something made to be slept in.
The next day I walked the four mile round trip and got a new V belt, dropped it in the car, and then drove home. My plan now is to hang out with Stella for tonight, maybe get some chinese food, and possibly go workout. Who knows.
More later.
Sam
P.S.
Cute girls make Sam a silly boy.
as for my comments....
because i have boobies!!!
i dont know.
*hug*