It’s gonna be awhile before I receive my license plate in the mail. So I decided to do some advertising for myself for the time being…

Well, first of all, there has been no holidays recently, and won’t be any until late May. It’s not quite summer vacation yet and spring break should already have been over. So there really shouldn’t be so many people out doing nothing on a weekday. But I swear, I run into the lamest of the dumbest people on such a regular basis.

I’ve recently jumped back into the crotch rocket scene after a six month hiatus. Rekindling the love for cutting through the wind on a sportbike is just something I have missed for too long. My friend said I was crazy to buy a bike from 90 miles (144 km) away and then riding it all the way home non-stop, as it was simply a bit much for someone who hasn’t ridden for more than half of a year. I thought so, too. It’s been too long.

And apparently, it was long enough for me to forget the type of encounters I get for being a motorcyclist.

It didn’t take long for me to run into a tool bag. I took my bike out for a little spin last night for no reason other than I want some fresh air. Of course, “fresh” is the operative word, as I live in the smog-filled Los Angeles. As I was approaching an intersection, the traffic light turned yellow, then red. Naturally, I let off the throttle and downshifted a gear to engine-brake. It’s gonna be a long wait before green, anyway. Oh, I should be so lucky. Some idiot in a new white VW Golf GTI speeded passed me, then slammed on its brakes because, well, he couldn’t go any further. Okay. So the driver obviously felt the need to “beat” me to the “check point”. Fine. I pulled up to the light, popped the gear into neutral. But before I even put my left foot down to from the shifter, I hear the cute little girly VW revving its engine….

What?!

I looked over, a glasses guy with videogame pretty boy haircut, obviously very fashion conscious if the human race dresses base on price tags, signals me for a race…

What?!

Entertained, I flipped up my helmet visor and asked if he was serious.

Tool: “Yeah. Nice bike. [obviously didn't mean it] To the next light!”
Me: “O~kay. You do know that I am on a ‘sport’ bike, right?”
Tool: “Yeah. It’ll be a good race.” [His passenger equally enthusiastic]
[Paused for thoughts]
Me: “Let me put it this way: your car has 200 at the crank, and weighs about 3000 pounds?”
Tool: “Yeah…”
Me: “Okay, let’s round up that number and make it 300 horsepower, okay?”
Tool: “?…”
Me: “My bike, 106 at the wheel, 350 pounds. Let’s make that 100 and 400″
Tool: “Yeah?”
Me: “So, at 300 hp, your car carries 10 lb for every hp. My bike, 4 lb per hp…”
Tool: “….”
Me: “Even at that estimate, you know you have a 60% deficit per horsepower, right?”
Tool: “You never know. Let’s find out.”
Me: “Let’s not. Go read a book.” [flipped down my visor]
Passenger Tool: “What?! What does a book have to do with anything?!”

It has to do with everything, moron. The two of you apparently didn’t understand basic math. Had you paid more attention to the books, maybe you wouldn’t have tried to race a sportbike. Even after giving you an extra 100 hp and lowering my bike’s performance, your girly car was still at a disadvantage. On top of that, I estimated your car in hp at the crank, while humbling my bike with hp number at the wheel. There was simply no chance for your little VW.

But you couldn’t comprehend that. Could you?

EPIC FAIL in life.

有位朋友在他的空間裡面這麼寫著…

我是我的主宰,
可是為什麼我常常讓自己走到了意外的地方??

充其量…
我所損失的 不過只是一個一般人的人生罷了…

我非常能理解他的無助於疲倦
但是我還是想鼓勵他, 替他從另一個角度去想想
畢竟… 就算是角色扮演…
每一個人也都應該去把自己的能力發揮到凌厲盡致
別讓自己的天分跟潛力被埋沒了
於是我這麼回答了他…

蜂辛苦的原因是…
花粉是自然而然的黏到它的身上. 蜂是身不由己的.
相對說來:
蜂的工作很簡單, 但是卻關係著整個王國的興旺.
蜂的工作很乏味, 但是過程中卻夾雜著無線的飛行與冒險…
也許不是結果而是過程才是蜂所追求的…