In the last few days, I've picked up something interesting. I've picked up dirt biking.
=OSo yeah, I have been having an awesome time. Zoom zoom. Its an awesome thing, riding around fast over bumps and jumps.Anyways, riding a dirtbike isn't always all fun and games. It is rather easy to wipe out, and those bikes weigh a ton. My stepbrother and I were out near the graveyard in this really muddy bit and he was a little stuck in some mud, and I was fishtailing and all of a sudden my tires bit into the ground, and long story short, I collided with my brother, we both toppled, and now I'm missing a rather large chunk of skin on my calf, and have a rather large burn where my leg met his quickly spinning tire. Yeah, painful. The missing chunk of skin is about quarter to half-dollar sized. Hooray!So I'm going to restart my website. Every time we have a server move, my subdomain disappears. Ouch. I need to get it reinstated 'cause I want some PHP!C++ is coming along nicely. Woo! I'm remaking my encryption program in C++, it'll be much faster and nicer looking once I figure out the C++ window API stuff.<b>I demand commentzes! Or else! Rawr!</b>
My nose is still part broken from a snowball fight. Well, I say snow.
I mean Ice and Stones.You gonna call me a pussy?Meow!
Best way to not get injuries is to be a on a computer all day
By time my wrists asplode,I'll be able to get some prostheticsRAWR!
Dirt biking…man that was a blast! I bought a Suzuki when I was like 17 MANY years ago. I spent a small fortune on the stuff… Bike, all the gear, gas and oil, transportation…. although I killed my bike after only like 12 times out, they are some of my fondest memories. My philosophy… You are not having "fun" unless you wipe out a couple times when you go… If you wipe out, you know you took it to the limit =) It's like "Eh…I could go faster…" Well, if you are on the ground, you went as fast as you could go. I used to load my bike in my 72 Town & Country station wagon… (it BARELY fit!) on it's side it leaked gas I still had in it. I should be dead actually as I smoked in the vehicle and the gas was soaked into the rug. One wierd thing when I went out with my firends to a track some miles from here… We came up with a theroy that there was a "ghost" there that would help you by leaving things you needed for the day. You might laugh…but time after time we would find things on the track that specificly were needed for problems we encountered… You loose your gogles… you would find someone elses pair on the track. Need to do work on your cycle?…. you would find the tools you need…screwdriver, etc… So if you go out and find a full tool box on the track…GO HOME! LOL! Zoom zoom! =)