PENNY RIBBONS (verna_danger_fo) wrote,


damn it feels good to be a gangsta!

so there was this critical mass. and it was last friday. Glenn and i rode down to the meet-up but missed the ride by about 10 minutes. we tried to find the riders but failed. c'est la vie. we chilled at the pizza joint for a while before deciding to move on. on our way back home we found Tom the Brain and JT my fixie friend. they told us only 3 or 4 people showed up for the critical mass. JaJaJa. no wonder we couldn't find them. so we helped them pass out fliers for the alley cat race at the local christian university. we got any strange looks. once the business at hand was done it was off to prepare for the alley cat. we need costumes! we need flashlights! we need spirit!

oh wait.Tom called. he gave me 2 out of 3 clues. he woulda given me all 3 but i missed the ride so i needed to be punished. NEVER AGAIN WiLL i BE LATE.

midnight alley cat! it starts immediately with Glenn having bike problems again. i swear. lil homie has massive bad luck. his back tire was blown when we met up initially. which is weird because we rode to the critical mass earlier that day and it was fine. called bechtel and did a quick bike trade and were off again! at the cemetery meet-up we saw familiar faces. new faces. and faces i never thought i'd see there. Trigger was racing with the cutters. Chris Bell was racing with team Shift for Brains. Josiah was volunteering along with Naomi. and there were a bunch of the freakbike guys there. we have our map. we have our pencil. we have working bikes. LET'S GO!

at the first checkpoint we get separated. of course. glenn and i make a spazzy team. we catch back up ad head to palm beach island to get those out of the way. the bridge check point was the worst! i RAN up and down and up and down that bridge looking for the marker. finally got it and we were off again! knocked out the island and rode with Chris Bell. the first clue came in handy. off to the main land. most of west palm was a breeze actually. we kept running into Jane all night. the last leg of the race we rode with Jack the Bike Man. finished at O'Shae's. 16th place out of 42 i think. not bad for my first race. Eric came in 8th! he didn't even let me win. all in all fun was had. spoke cards were collected. and bikes were ridden. that's all that counts. jason sue eric and i all caravanned back home were i quickly showered and waited for eric to come pick me up in a CAR since i was dead tired from riding bikes for almost 12 hours straight.

DANGERBANG AiN'T NO JOKE. now normally i wouldn't be caught dead at a local punk rock show because HELLO! i'm not in high school. but eric's band was playing so ya know... hung out with the thrashers at first. bryan wants to throw a camping/skate party. i'm totally down. to bad he lives in loxahatchee. oz was there too and i think i offended him when i said "you hang out with a lot of little girls" but it's true. so eric didn't make a play list for the sleeparounds because we were busy walking the dog and cooking an hanging out and being wholesome. their set was kindofa disaster but in a good way. dangerbang were dressed up as... something? hookers and their johns? ugly chixs and their dates? i don't know. cecil as always rocked the house. at 2am daylight saving time rolled around and everyone tried to figure out if the bar should stay open for an hour or what. the bartenders said HELL NO! WE'RE TiRED. WE HAVE FAMiLiES TOO YA KNOW! and i was kinda glad. everyone went to respectables i think. erica and i went home. i'm too old to party.

yesterday was my 27th birthday. was anything else going on? i totally didn't hear about it. JaJaJa
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