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Slanted-eyed Supermodel(AKA my Ninja):
Intro:
I’m a 24 year old male mostly hetero. Pretty short but I do bench teh 275.
I’m going to be taking a road trip from Butt-Fuck Idaho to Southern California(about 1800 miles roundtrip I believe). I need 1.000 miles in 24 hours to complete the Iron Butt challenge.
I’ll be staying in California at either my sister’s, a friend’s, or a hotel depending on the day.
I’ll try to do something fun but since I’ve lived in Idaho for almost 10 years I have adapted to “the bore.”
Been a little tense lately so I need a getaway. Fuck a strict itinerary let’s just get the fuck out of this God-forsaken place.
I can't say the job made me this way. I used to think about it more, but you reach a certain age, you know who you are. Now, I live in a little room out in the country behind a bar... work four nights a week... in between I drink. And there ain't nobody there to stop me. I know who I am. And after all these years, there's a victory in that.
Day 0(Batman with Prep-Time):
I suffer from vanity so you won’t see me with those butt-ugly saddlebags or tank bag.
My bike will have a phone mount for navigation occasionally but otherwise nothing.
I’ll be carrying a facking backpack.
I’m taking the stock tools that came with it, a knife, and a tire repair kit. I would bring a .357 magnum but I hear California is antsy about their gun laws. Well at least I have a white belt in BJJ that only covers two inches of my ass. I’d have to cover the rest.
Peers are asking me to bring chapstick, eye drops, flashlight, lotion, a rag, and some Midol or some shit. I ain’t no bitch. I’m from the slums I don’t need that junk. I might need some snacks though.
You know, people that give me advice, I reckon they're talking to themselves.
People out here, it's like they don't even know the outside world exists. Might as well be living on the fucking Moon.
Day 1; Part 1(C’est l'heure. Allons-y):
I’m no morning person. I have insomnia in the night and narcolepsy in the morning. I’m also strangely addicted to crack-cocaine so that’s no big surprise.
I’ll be leaving when I feel like but I’m hoping it’s pretty early but I know I’m gonna freeze my tits off.
Intro:
I’m a 24 year old male mostly hetero. Pretty short but I do bench teh 275.
I’m going to be taking a road trip from Butt-Fuck Idaho to Southern California(about 1800 miles roundtrip I believe). I need 1.000 miles in 24 hours to complete the Iron Butt challenge.
I’ll be staying in California at either my sister’s, a friend’s, or a hotel depending on the day.
I’ll try to do something fun but since I’ve lived in Idaho for almost 10 years I have adapted to “the bore.”
Been a little tense lately so I need a getaway. Fuck a strict itinerary let’s just get the fuck out of this God-forsaken place.
I can't say the job made me this way. I used to think about it more, but you reach a certain age, you know who you are. Now, I live in a little room out in the country behind a bar... work four nights a week... in between I drink. And there ain't nobody there to stop me. I know who I am. And after all these years, there's a victory in that.
Day 0(Batman with Prep-Time):
I suffer from vanity so you won’t see me with those butt-ugly saddlebags or tank bag.
My bike will have a phone mount for navigation occasionally but otherwise nothing.
I’ll be carrying a facking backpack.
I’m taking the stock tools that came with it, a knife, and a tire repair kit. I would bring a .357 magnum but I hear California is antsy about their gun laws. Well at least I have a white belt in BJJ that only covers two inches of my ass. I’d have to cover the rest.
Peers are asking me to bring chapstick, eye drops, flashlight, lotion, a rag, and some Midol or some shit. I ain’t no bitch. I’m from the slums I don’t need that junk. I might need some snacks though.
You know, people that give me advice, I reckon they're talking to themselves.
People out here, it's like they don't even know the outside world exists. Might as well be living on the fucking Moon.
Day 1; Part 1(C’est l'heure. Allons-y):
I’m no morning person. I have insomnia in the night and narcolepsy in the morning. I’m also strangely addicted to crack-cocaine so that’s no big surprise.
I’ll be leaving when I feel like but I’m hoping it’s pretty early but I know I’m gonna freeze my tits off.
