Daytona Bikeweek ’07

Posted by Timothy on Mar 6, 2007 in Random Babble

I spent the last four days up in Daytona for Bikeweek 2007. Not only did I get to be surrounded by a bunch of redneck Harley dudes and 50yr old biker bitches who need to put their clothes back on. . . I got to spend some quality time with my parents. I couldn’t stay the whole week. That’s just too much for me. I saw what I wanted to see and took as many pictures as I possibly could. I’d like to say that once you seen one bike you’ve seen them all, but at bikeweek, it’s always about who can be the most extreme. Just HOW different can the next builder be. I’m pretty sure it’s really all based upon how deep your pockets go or just how big your wallet is, since you can have any chopper, trike or off the wall motorcycle with enough money. But I wasn’t really there for bikeweek, I was there because my parents were there. Dad comes down every year and has for the past 15 or so years. Mom was able to tag along this time as well. Since I’m 1100 miles away from home these days, it’s always nice to meet up with mom and dad. I had a good time. I’d have to say that I don’t think I’d go if it weren’t for my parents being there. This is my fourth bikeweek and it’s pretty much the same shit just different year. I’m not a Harley guy so, there’s nothing really there for me.

SpikeTV | Pinks

Posted by Timothy on Feb 27, 2007 in Random Babble

Ok, can someone please explain to me what the story is behind this bullshit show Pinks? Now really. I just watched these guys race and I see the losing team begging for 5 car lengths after they just had their asses handed to them. Ok, as far as I’m concerned the race is over, done deal, hand over your title. Where in this world is there street racing that you negotiate your starting lines? You either think you’re going to win or you don’t think you can win. None of this best 3 out of 5, you can’t use your NOS, whaaaaa! Cry me a river. Put up or shut up. You race heads up, loser walks. Oh and at the end, you see the other team jumping for joy because they won. THEY WON ON 5 FULL CAR LENGTHS. That is not winning. Is that really anything to be proud of? Who puts this crap on TV? Secondly, what guy is going to watch this stuff thinking it’s a quality show and not a waste of time? The show should be called Pussies. I suppose it IS called Pinks. I guess that’s close enough.

Sorrow

Posted by Timothy on Dec 18, 2006 in Random Babble

I’m sitting here waiting for my return flight back down to the lovely state of Florida. Unfortunately, my reason for coming home was a sad one. My grandmother has passed away. She was nearly 91 years old. I’ve been wanting to visit home, but not under these circumstances. But it was still nice to be able to see my parents regardless of the situation. I even got to visit some of my good friends who I definitely miss. Not that anyone likes funerals, I just have this thing that I really really dread funerals. My grandmother took care of me as a child. Both my parents were working hard at their jobs– dad was working 2 jobs at one point in time so the grand parents took care me. It’s pretty crazy as we were flipping through a bunch of old pictures of my grandparents and my mother + aunt. It was funny to see these old pics from 1953 and such. Grandma (as far as I knew) was so conservative and to see her in one of those old-old-school bikini’s was entertaining! But the weirdest part of all was how seeing my grandfather in those pictures with her really upset me. I’m really not sure why it hurt so much. I suppose it could have something to do with the fact that I didn’t really know my grandfather. He passed away in 1981. I was about 7 or 8 yrs old– 1st grade. I remember when he wired up an old 555 timer chip with some LEDs to make them flash and I used that as my science project. I have a lot of memories of my grandfather taking me places. Sure I was upset over my grandmother’s passing. But it just didn’t hurt as much as thinking about my grandfather. From what I understand my grandparents weren’t the happiest of couples, but when they’d go out ballroom dancing they were the happiest couple in the world. My grandmother would brag about how much of a good dancer my grandfather was. Grandpa was the world to me when I was a kid, he always too me places, showed me new things. He was into photography, printing and HAM radios and TV repair. I think it’s because of him, that I got into computers and electronics.

It’s unfortunate my grandfather left us so soon. Leaving my grandmother to fend for herself. But she was one tough cookie. I remember a time grandma and I walked to church, because it was snowing to much to drive. Crazy stuff. I don’t really know where I’m going with all this, I’m just sort of just babbling while I wait for my plane. It was pretty rough standing there in the cemetary. Staring at the urn. Thinking about my grandfather. I stopped by my grandfathers grave. It was hard to see my birthdate on his headstone.

Welp, plane is nearly ready, I should shutdown now. Just had to get this off my chest, i guess?

F*!(@# Boca Raton

Posted by Timothy on Oct 11, 2006 in Random Babble

I really give the fuck up on Boca. Since I’ve been here, I’ve nearly been run over on my motorcycle 4 times. People here do not pay attention when they drive. It’s quite obvious that the more money you make the less braincells are active. Speaking of lack of braincell activity, I’ve attempted to order a pizza 3 times since I’ve moved here. The first time it never showed up. The second time, I had to call 3 different pizza huts before I got someone who understood my simple order of a large pizza with half pepperoni and half with just cheese. I’ve also been looking for a self-wash car wash since I’ve moved here. I have yet to find one. They’re all detail shops where guys wash and wax your car for you. Well, maybe I’ll just roll my bike in there and tell them to have at it! Go to town! Wash and wax that thing up!! I really prefer to wash my own motorcycle. But I can’t. Now, I’m trying to get my front tire changed on my motorcycle. There’s a few Cycle Gears around here and none of them change tires. There’s a shop up the road that sells motorcycles, scooters and jet-skis– They didn’t understand the question when asked “Do you change tires?” The guy was cluless. Umm, you know, those round things that spin? So finally one of the guys at Cycle Gear makes a recommendation. He tells me to go to this place and they do really good work. It’s 45 fucking minutes from my house. Seriously people. WHAT THE FUCK IS IT WITH BOCA?! There’s nothing here but houses apparently. Oh and there’s a Publix on every damn corner. Forget all the other stuff. There’s not even a beach bar for heavens sake. Oh, sure, I found bars ‘on the beach’– well, they’re not ON the beach, they’re across from it. Public beach access is pretty limited around here as well. It seems as if the billion dollar homes and high rise condos have monopolized the area. I guess you just need to be retired and have a billion dollar bank account and not need anything in order to live happily here. This place is a totally different country. Bring on the hurricanes to clean out the yuppie scum who infest this place. I’m done.

Remember I said I won’t be your superman??

Posted by Timothy on Aug 27, 2006 in Random Babble

Why am I always that knight in shining armor? I can hardly save myself, and yet I’m always having to save others. I suppose it’s my purpose in life. When is it my turn? When is someone going to save me or guide me in the right direction? Ever since I was about 26, I felt as if life was a struggle. Nothing ever works out for the better in the end. I’m always struggling to get anything good. Apparently I must have pissed someone off to deserve this. My motorcycle has been a constant struggle. My jobs have been a constant struggle. I try.. I try hard.. I try real hard to make things work. I’ve been trying my darned-est to do the right thing. To be the better person and think more positively. But when life continues to throw you curves and no matter how hard you try, I’m never right. I’m always wrong. Maybe I do things for the wrong reasons.. Never the right reasons.

Like everyone else, I want the best. I want the best that life can give me. I’ve become more career minded and dedicated to my job. This is probably the one thing that wasn’t a struggle. But everything else is. Money… Relationships… Always something that seems to be a problem.

I’ve made a lot of changes in my life in the past 5yrs. I wanted to be a better person. I want to do the right things. I wanted to have a real relationship. So I took a few steps back from my previous ways of life and discarded them thinking that the reason things were so difficult before was because I wasn’t a good person. But now, it seems like it doesn’t make a difference. No matter how hard I try to be the good guy. I still end up being the bad guy. So why should I try anymore? It doesn’t seem to pay off.

I really mean good. I do. But sometimes I just want to go back to being my old self. Making it all about Tim. The only thing that matters is me. Me, myself and I. I’m the only person who’s going to take care of me. I’m the only person who’s going to look out for me. ME ME ME.. But isn’t not right to be self-centered. I try not to be selfish. It’s not about me. It’s about others. It’s about everyone. Maybe I’m trying for all the wrong reasons. See, there I go again— being wrong.. I just want things to be normal. I don’t think that’s asking for too much.

It really makes me sad when I feel as if my feelings are ignored. I’m not allowed to have emotions nor feelings. I’m just supposed to be the knight in shining armor and save the world from itself. Regardless of my own internal issues. Maybe I’m just not understood. I’m not all that typical. Maybe I wear the wrong face or I don’t communicate my feelings? Maybe.. Jusy maybe..

But really, who cares how miserble I am. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be ok. I’ve always been in the past. Me taking care of me. I’ll make time to save myself.

I’m fine. Really..

Don’t worry about it.

Oh wait, you never have.