Behold… and Drool, Infidels!!

This is why posting here is such a chore. I am simply too busy leaving a carbon bootprint on Gaia’s ample behind. 

 

 

First Real Ride

Took the “Fat Bastard” out today for a couple of hours. Holy hell, what a bike! You can feel that power, just waiting for you to let it go. On an empty stretch of road, outside of town SpeedDemon™ got it to 150. It was so easy, quick and effortless… One moment, we are at a boring 50 mph… The next thing you know, we are flying, but the only way I could tell was by how fast the trees were going past. 150 is NOTHING for that bike. It was just getting ready to really go. But we are going to wait to see just what it can do when we are in a more controlled environment, such as a private road or a drag strip. 200 is doable. And it probably is not even going to feel like it.

The bike looks and sounds amazing as well. It is red, black and chrome (of course!)… As for the sound… It is very distinct, unlike any other bikes, and when it gains speed, the sound begins to remind me of a distant fighter jet. Very nice!

Of course, I am an airhead and forgot to take pictures. Tomorrow is another day.

Finals.

All of this weekend and the first half of next week will be a hellish time for me. I have finals. Not the little sissy Mickey-Mouse ones like Humanities majors get, either. Mheh.

Wednesday: Statics and Differential Equations. Thursday: Physics and Thermodynamics. 4 exams, 2 days, test anxiety from hell. Luckily for me, every professor except the Differential Equations brute is allowing us to use formula sheets. The EEEEEviiil Diff-Eq dood thinks I’m smart or something… If there were such a thing as Shaitan, I think he teaches Differential Equations at my school. So, my plans are to study my brains off. Then to get roaring drunk immediately after the last final. Shaitan mentioned something about us driving him to drink… Well, hell, try to be on the OTHER side of the proverbial equation! Anyway, back to the books for me.

As if to mock me, the sun is out, and I’d rather go for a ride on that Hayabusa…

Gott Damn you, Math! Gott Damn you!

My Comment

…at Emperor Misha’s

As to the socialists… Do not believe, even for a second, that you can find a common ground with a socialist. Have no doubt, they want to rob and kill you, NO EXCEPTION, but some of them just don’t want to get their own pampered little hands dirty. So they’ll smile in your face and pretend there can be a “dialogue”, yet cheer and support those who WILL do the dirty work. A good collectivist is a dead one. There is a saying in Russian: “Gorbatogo mogila ispravit“, which means “A hunchback can be cured only by the grave”. Never trust a collectivist. He is the same as a thug trying to mug you in a dark alley. Except that the thug is a lot more honest.

Happy Earth Day. Now Suck My Exhaust Pipe!

In celebration of Earth Day, SpeedDemon™ bought a Suzuki Hayabusa. He planned not to tell me until after he picked it up, but like any normal man who had just acquired a new toy, he could not resist bragging. After I picked my jaw up off the floor, I did the mother of all happy dances, sending my cats running for cover in the closet and causing my pothead neighbor to drop her bong.

For those who don’t know, it is one bad-ass, fast, BIG bike from hell known to have caused apoplectic strokes, suicidal depression and hysterical fits in “watermelons” everywhere. We are going to pick it up in a few days, and bike pr0n will be posted then!