philipfry

I may have issues. Allright so I already know I do. But damn if people dont try to just set me off. You know that feeling you get right after you top off your tank and youre about take off on a drive (or ride in this case)? Youre all psyched, even if its just a drive to nowhere, even if you know you'll be back in thirty minutes, theres always that sense of anticipation. That you could just bail and go on riding/driving forever, despite the fact you just dropped your last bit of cash on that tank of gas. Just the idea is a great feeling. Then some bitch has to roll through the pumps and almost run me the fuck over. I was about to yell at her when she got out of her SUV but she was on a cel phone so she wouldve have heard or cared. And if I pursued it the only thing that wouldve happened is me getting up in her face, the cops would be called and I'D go to jail because of that dumb cum dumpster. Bitch almost ruined my day. Except despite all that getting on the road brings that feeling back. Nevermind the cold is chilling me to the bone and crazy people are every where. Im out riding and I can go where ever I want to. And I still feel like if I wanted to I could keep riding. And bail on everything. Just go somewhere. Cali, Utah, back east, where ever. But I cant. And I dont. Like I said its frikkin cold. And Im not dressed properly to be honest. Oh well. At least Im not all bummed out anymore. I smell good. :Like gasoline, and oil, old machinery. Now if I can just get a decent leather jacket....