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keep the shiny side up and the rubber side down... ~ October 5, 2001 - 11:54 p.m. I'm tired, and I don't know that I have much to say, but I decided that there was way too much self-pity oozing from the last entry to just let it sit. self-pity doesn't have much of a shelf life. we've been riding around on the motorcycle all day... the boy's been buying me gear... a nifty new helmet-- deep metallic blue, shoei-- I won't even tell you how much the thing cost, but it feels good on my head. and a pair of kevlar pants with armor in the knees and hips. all this in preparation for me actually getting my motorcycle license. finally. I've been dreaming about this most of my life. my class starts in a couple of weeks. and he's got an extra bike I can ride when I've got it. oh, yeah. I'm not just gonna be a biker babe, I'm gonna be a BIKER babe. you know it. for some reason I'm convinced that this is something I'm going to be good at, that I'm gonna pick it up right away. oooh, you're a natural, they'll all say. the fact is that many people who've ridden in cars I've been driving-- or even crossed streets with me-- are probably terrified at the prospect of me on two wheels. but hey, I grew up in milwaukee. home of the harley davidson. it's in my blood. hell, how hard can it be? (yes, okay, I'm going to bed now.) (sleepy girls are silly.)
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