Another late night blog, as usual.
Today was awesome. We had our annual bike-club-barbecue party type event that we host at our place, where loads of people come with their trial bikes/quad bikes/dirt bikes, drink alcohol, and furiously tear up the land etc.My Kawasaki KDX200 [I'll have to find some pictures] behaved pretty well, which is unusual with it being a total bitch sometimes. That bike is relentlessly powerful, and is prone to overheating and revving up in an ear-piercing whine all by itself, even with no throttle or spark. That means the only way of shutting off the engine is by turning the fuel off and blocking off the exhaust - kill switch does nothing. Speaking of which, some guy had the same problem while trialling around above the bank of the lake. A fortunately placed tree was the only thing stopping that thing from going for a swim. That would have stopped the engine alright. ^_^About midday, Ron [father's mate] brought his home-built custom off road beast (hybrid of a Range Rover with custom Land Rover parts), which was made of epic win. Sadly, photos cant convey the awesomely deep sound that it makes when it revs up. Luckily we live in a secluded place with very few neighbours.Its a shame that the only photos taken were boring ones of Ron's Landy. This was mainly due to the fact that we were too busy doing shit to be photographing anything. Hopefully my dad will be E-mailed some photos taken by other people pretty soon, meaning I may be able to put up a few.Later on in the afternoon, when people were starting to leave, me and the guys drank up the rest of the alcohol that was left behind, and drank ourselves silly. Now, you can probably guess what happened from the following simple formula:Cocky teenagers + Alcohol + Motorbikes = Race.Yup. It was pretty fricken' epic, thats all I can say. Me on my kawasaki, My bro on Chris' trial bike, Jason on his racing quad and Phillip on some nooby supermini. Despite not being able to walk in a straight line, I still did pretty well at beating everyone except Jason (the cheating shit took a shortcut through a broken fence that only he was stupid enough to go through) so that was kick-ass fun, as you can imagine.Later on, I was eating the chocolates that someone gave my mother at about 9-10pm; here's roughly what happened:
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Mother: Where are my chocolates?!?she comes into the kitchen and sees me eating themMother: What the hell?Me: Come on! You know what happens when i'm hungry, and food gets left out on the table… It usually doesn't survive the night.
lolomgwtfbbq: the late night version.
I usually blog around 4am >_<OMG i want that car/jeep thing :o
Yah, due to the near-instant comment you just posted, it gives me reason to believe you didn't even read all of it. >_>
Oh, and if you don't know what my Kawasaki KDX200 is, its a slightly older model of this:
http://www.totalmotorcycle.com/photos/2006models/2006models-Kawasaki-KDX200.htm>_> I read fast
Well, good for you.
You could of won the race if you'd been drunker,cuz your intelligence would be low enough to go through fences
Besides that,did your mother beat you like she does when she finds you at 5AM?Alcohol doesn't reduce intelligence. It just temporarily tells it to STFU.
Go chocolates, ftw!