As Far As I Can Tell

I got caught in the rain on my moped tonight. Moped Bill, Brett, and Wayne came over to go riding, and the skies had cleared so I figured I might as well. Unfortunately about 15 minutes into it, the downpour began. We waiting for 20 minutes in a Parchment liquor store, wringing the water out of our shirts and trying to salvage our wet belongings.

Once it let up to a slow drizzle we headed back. Despite the fact that my moped didn’t run right for the first 10 minutes it was a good ride home. Once you’re already soaking wet, being in the rain is really fun.

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I haven’t updated much this week, so here’s a little photo recap:

Last Saturday I ran into people riding mopeds on my way to the Fourth Coast. We hung out a bit and then headed out to visit Meghan, who has been in a moped wreck recently.

Dan being a moped bad-ass

Jake in a wheelchair he found in the dumpster

On Sunday I wandered into the Black Arts Festival in Bronson Park. There was lots of bad art, and way too many religious items and music. I was hungry, but lost hope as I walked past all the BBQ rib-tip booths. I was happily surprised to eventually find a traditional African booth serving a variety of vegetarian options. The best thing I ate was spinach cooked with peanut butter.

On Sunday we had a Moped Army meeting at the Crow’s Nest and made plans for the upcoming Moped BBQ 9. It rained through the whole meeting, but stopped just enough to let us go on a ride when we were done.

A partial lineup of wet mopeds

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Tomorrow Meredith and I are going to Chicago and visiting Ivo. Yeah!