Motorcyles & Hot Blondes

I was able to get all the tools necessary to do my first oil change on my motorcycle. Thanks to some “how to” guides from the internet, I was able to do it all by myself. Of course, some oil ended on the floor, but who cares. I will not have to pay to get this done anymore. I was able to replace the oil filter too.

Now I need to learn how to replace the spark plug. In order to do so, I need to be able to remove the gas tank. Sounds kind of big, but I’ve seen other guides with pictures, and it doesn’t seem that complicated. I asked S if he could help me with that next Saturday.

I don’t need him to do any actual work…the only thing I need is a ride to the AutoZone or Pep Boys to buy the new spark plug. I went there last Sunday, but they told me they needed to look at the old spark plug to make sure they were selling me the right one.

But before any of that, I need to take it to the mechanic to have the rear brake pads replaced. If every goes as planned, I’ll be taking it in Thursday and picking it up Saturday morning. Nothing can go wrong, right? It’s only the rear brake pads. I would do them myself, but I don’t have a jack or the special tool to remove the rear wheel. I just wonder how much it would cost. Last year they charged me: $150 to have the spark plug, motor oil, and rear brake pads replaced. But this year it will be only the rear brakes.

Also yesterday I was able to “fix” the noise I only hear when I was high on the 2nd gear. It was the front belt cover hitting the camshaft cover. Apparently there’s supposed to be a rubber thing in between, but it always falls off. I really love this motorcycle.

It gets me lots of attention from girls. Last night at the gym’s parking lot, I was getting ready to leave when a hot girl walked in front of me. Of course, I was already on my motorcycle. I whistled at her, and she kind of smiled at me. I had never seen her before, but I hope I’ll see her again soon.

Speaking of girls from the gym. I ran into A (the hot blonde girl with the Shakira-like body and light blue eyes, remember, the one I went into a kind of a mini date) Well, we ran into each other last week. Told me she was going to be done with training in about a month. So I asked her if she would give me a massage once she was certified. I told her I wanted to wait just to make sure she wasn‘t going to brake my neck. She laughed and agreed. I also managed to make her give me free massages. I’m planning to have the first massage for free, and then give her like $20 later. Nah. Free is free, right? After all, she will be gaining experience and has agreed not to charge me, right? What? Not because you don’t use women, means it is bad.

Man, just by looking at that hot ass “lifted my spirit”…if you know what I mean. Plus, I like looking into her light blue eyes a lot.

Motorcycles And Sex Appeal (Friday Morning)

It was a normal morning. I had done everything and I was getting ready to go to work. I went down the stairs and ran into this girl in my building. I saw her in the eyes, and I said "Hi" without giving her much attention. I run into her at least 2 or 3 times a week in the morning.

She is not my type. She is a little older, I say about 40. But on the other hand, she seems to take good care of her appearance and her body. However, I like girls around my age, 22-27.

I was on my bike (again, i think this bike is making me more appealing to girls). And I was about to put the helmet on, when she came out (like she usually does I think she was heading to the laundry room, which is at the other end of the parking lot).

I saw her, but I didn't give her much attention. And suddently she comes right to me and says, "I think you look very sexy in that motorcycle" (in Spanish of course) and without waiting for me to say anything, she kept walking.

It took me by surprise. And as she was walking away I said, "Thanks".

I'm not into her at all. But it is always good when someone comes and tells you they think you're sexy. I know you girls (yes, I know girls are reading this) are used to guys approaching you just to tell you how pretty you are. But for us guys, this is something out of reality.

Now, there's another twist to the story. This girl lives in the same appartment as this other girl who looks like a lesbian (and I mean big time lesbian). I've heard rummors that they are together, but I never really paid much attention to them. And everytime I ran into this girl, I would say "hi" and that's just about all I would say to her because I would be in a hurry to leave for work.

I though the rummors were true because a couple of times I saw the two girls walking their dog or getting home from the grocery store. However, I never saw the two of them in any compromising position.

Who knows, maybe David DeAngelo is right about girly lesbian women and their "prewiring". That's more factible because in my own personal opinion I think that "bi sexual" trend is just a bunch of people with a very low self esteem and who are confused as hell. Even when they appear thoug (sp?) and very secure.

Once I kind of dated this girl who in front of others, looked very strong and sure about herself, but once we closed the doors and started talking, she would turn into the human equivalent of a lost kitten in the middle of a busy street. I'm not saying she was a lesbian, and she wasn't. All I'm saying there's girls who act one way in front of the world, but when no one is watching, they turn into the complete opposite.

I'm not trying to offend anyone, but if you're offended by what I just said, well, that's just too bad. It's your fault for reading my blog fucker. ha ha ha.

Motorcycles And Sex Appeal (Thrusday Night)

So back to the hot girl and motorcycle stories.

It all began last Thrusday night. I was leaving the gym and was getting my stuff ready to go back home. I got all things packed and got on my motorcycle but I hadn't put on my helmet, and suddently I see this girl walking and looking at my direction.

I had seen her before at the gym, very good looking. Looks white, her brown hair to the shoulders, about 5'2" or 5' 3". I say about 120 lbs.

The idea of talking to her had never crossed my mind because everytime I've seen her in the gym she was with a personal trainer. So I didn't even botter to think of a possible "situation" with her.

She was about 15 feet away from me, and thanks to my wonderful eyes, I couldn't distinghish clearly her eyes. So, just for the fun of practicing, I raised my eyebrowns and to my surprise, she smiled at me. But then turned quickly to the ground and basically all her body language changed, but she kept walking my way. You could clearly see she was nervous, I don't know why.

Maybe she though I was a "rapist" like dreammerhippie says, or maybe she was nervous because I'm just too sexy in my motorcycle, or maybe because she had never run into a guy, she didn't know, who looked at her from the distance and raised his eyebrowns in a friendly manner.

As I said before, her body language changed, as she kept getting closer, her steps became faster, but at the same time, shorter. She put her shoulders to the front, you know, she wasn't walking straight anymore. And she walked looking into the ground. And I was just looking at her. I don't know why, but I got the feeling she kind of wanted to look at me, but she didn't.

She was walking almost in front of me when another motorcycle came and tried to park, but she was blocking the way. The bike's motor didn't really make a lot of noise. So when she finally noticed what was going on, she kind of jump up. Kind of funny, so I just smiled.

She kept walking to her car, one of those new "beatles" you know, those cars for girls, with the bright flower in the dashboard and stuff. The car was in front, but to the side of my bike, about 15 feet or so away.

During all this, I was on my bike, but I hadn't turned it on at all. So she got to her car, and that's when I decided to give her a little taste of "motorcycle power". I normally pull the throutle(sp?) a little when I turn the bike on, but this time, I pulled it all the way.

The alarm in the truck next to me went off as well as the alarm in the girl's car. By this time I had put on my helmet, and nobody could see I was smiling.

The girl quickly took out the key for the car and turned off the alarm without looking at me.

I took off, but I was still inside the parking lot. And when I was passing in front of her car, I quickly made the change from 1st to 2nd gear, making the tires "squieak?" Anyways, you know, that laud noise, and the motor also sounded lauder. And the alarm in the car next to her went off as well.

I didn't know why (and I still dont know) but I was happy. Kind of fucked up, eh?

I guess I was very happy because for years I had been wanting to do just that, and just had the opportunity. In past I had some opportunities, but back then I had my gay scooter, and it didn't make any car's alarm go off.

Well, that incident occured Thrusday night. But the next morning things would get even more "weird".

...To be continued.

Tonight I could be writting about lots of stuff that has happened in the recent days, however, I don't know what write about.

I know, I'm going to write about how America beat Cruz Azul 3-2. Pretty cool, eh?

Nah, I'm going to write about my bike, last week I bough a tire cleaner gel and a chrome restauration thing too. I used both of them last Saturday and they worked wonders. In fact the tired cleaner gel worked so well, it looks as if I had just applied it today, a week later. I don't think I will need to reaply it until next week.

Oh, and last night, S called me and asked if I still had my gasoline container, because his car had run out of it. So he came, but when he did, he said he had managed to put gas into his car with a 2 litter cola container. But asked me if I wanted to go with him to the Autozone to buy a gas container.

When we got there I started to look into the islans and found car wax. Bought it and put it on this afternoon.

I didn't get a chance to actually go out and fish with my shiny motorcycle tonight, because my Mom wanted me to put together some piece of furniture we bought about a week ago.

I spent more time trying to get the bolts out of the motorcycle, the ones that hold the seat into place, than actually cleaning the thing. However, the results were worth it. I'm going to take some pictures and post them later. Oh, and I also need to fix the seats, the leather is starting to rip apart.

Sorry, no girl-story this time, but some very interesting shit happened Thrusday night and Friday morning, both involving my motorcycle and girls.

I'm kind of tired, and I think I'm going to get sick.

PS

If dreamerhippie is reading this "Chinga tu madre, pinche vieja aguada. Nadie me dice lo que puedo decir o no en mi pinche blog. Porque no mejor te buscas a alguien mas a quien chingar?". And if you're not dreammerhippie, but you know who she is, tell her what I said.

One Ride To Forget.

Wednesday night I got home thinking I would spend the night like I usually do Wednesday nights...hanging out in a loca cafe.

But when I got home I noticed that my brother has come to "visit". After saying hi I asked him if he could help me take out an old piece of funiture that had been right outside our apartment door. He agree and we took it out. It was easy because it was really light.

After that he asked me if I could give him a ride to the next Metro station, the one in Beverly & Vermont. I said "ok" but told him that I needed to take a shower first.

So he ate something while I was showering.

I finally got ready, and told him to get everything together because we were leaving. So we got onto the bike and when we passed the metro station he told me thank you...thinking I was about to stop.

I wasn't gonna let my brother ride the metro at night. I decided to just take him home.

He lives in an uglly ass place near the interction of the 110 & 10 fwys. So we got there without a problem.
After saying "bye" he told me how to get back home (yes, the streets are very confusing in that area too...ideal to get lost)

I left thinking it would be minutes before I got home.
Everething was going well. I turned left when I got to "Hoover" and went stright up. Just after I passed "Venice" I saw an SUV flying by me.

Normally I don't do things like this, but hey, I wasn't gonna let an SUV just do that and do nothing. So I accerated (sp?) trying to catch it.

After a few momments I noticed something was happening to the bike...like it lost power.
So I had to make an "emergency landing" to my right at Hoover & Alvarado Terrace. just after I turned right the motor died, but I managed to find a "safe" parking spot.

I was there cursing in Spanish at the bike "Hija de tu puta madre...chingas a toda tu madre...vete a la chingada pinche moto mierda" I think the helmet's visor fogged up because I didnt lift it.

After 3 attempts of starting the bike, it finally gave in and the motor came back to life...but it sounded weird...like it was burning gas faster than it normally does even when it was on the "neutral" position.

I went for it. I couln't get back to Hoover because of the way the streets meet in the. So I had to get on Alvarado instead. As I was getting closer to the Alvarado & Pico intersection, I was thinking the worse had passed.

I was about to turned left on Pico when all of a sudden the bike died again in the middle of traffic. I tried to started 5 times and all of them failed. I had to wait until all traffic was gone so I could "pull" myself to the safety of a parking lot on Pico, where the "Grand Burrito" is.

Something told me to check the gas tank and I noticed it was almost empty. Since the bike doesnt have a "full meter" I didn't know the thing was empty, well, I kind of knew, but I'm still learning just when to put gas on it.

I waited about 5 minutes there and called a friend and asked him to bring me some gas...and he reply he didn't have the little thing where you carry gas on. So I'm stuck.

We hanged up and I decide to give it another try and the think started again, and the stupid carbuteror was burning gas as usual. Not too quickly like it previously did.

So I take off again on Alvarado and this time I was able to turned left on Pico because I had a green light and there was no oncomming traffic. I just turned left and noticed there's a police car just behind me. At this point I'm going at about 25 mph and the bike is making all these weird noises. I couldn't go faster because if you go faster you use more gasoline...and I didnt have "that much"

As I was getting ready to hear the poice siren go off, I noticed the just manouvered around me and left. I was so relieved.

I got to Pico and & Vermont and I turned left into the parking lot of an Autozone. There the bike died once again.

I didnt' swear this time. I just got out and went into the Autozone in search of one of those little tanks where you carry gasoline in.

Here my luck started to change.

I talked to the employee. and he showed me where they had them. They only had one more of those "1 gallon" tanks. And I got to buy it...the only thing they had beside that were the "5 gallon" ones...too big to fit in my back pack. I bought it and went to the gas station across the street from the Autozone.

The lady looked at me weird and I said "One dollar on 10" And then she look at where the car was suppost to be parked. I just looked at her and said "it is an invisible car" She smiled and I left

I got the gas into the bike and then it started as if nothing had happened. I took off and up on Vermont all the way to Beverly and made a left turn.

When I was waiting in a red light a car got next to me and and the girl that was in there just kept looking my way...as if impressed by the bike...she wouldn't blink.

That always gets my spirit up. I made the 2 fingers "V" sign and she was motionless. I left and suddently I was happy...I know she was looking at the bike, but hey, that's why I got it.

I got home one hour later than I had planned and decided to just stay there and log into the DAP chatroom. Recently I've became addicted to it...since the December vacations I took, I've been logging in constantly. It is fun, safe, and you can make fun of dorks in there.

Stupid Motorcycle

Last night when I was riding back home I realized that the food peg was loose. The one that's on the left side, where the "transmission lever" is. And now it feels weird to ride it.

When I parked the bike, I inspected it, and it appears that none of the screws is loose or anything, but before the thing didn't move, and now it does.

Its early and I will give another inspection to the matter before I leave for work. Oh....and I still need to figure out how to check the oil on this thing. It looks more complicated that my good old little scooter, where I could just basically check the oil by sticking my finger in the little hole. (and no. I'm not talking about that hole)