indigo, azure, cobalt and cerulean...

i had a blast at the chic rider's event. as soon as i got there a woman (ninja girl), who recognized me from the facebook guest list, came over and introduced herself to me. she then took me over to hang with her and her group of friends.

it was a full day, a bike wash, a stunt show, a show and shine (since i left early i have no idea what the hell that is), and an after party. there were a mad lot of bikes there... and some of the sharpest looking customs i have ever seen. there was even a bike that was painted like a lucky strike cigarette carton.

the stunt show that ensued was off the chain. i've never seen so many wheelies and stoppie variations in my life. there was even a woman doing wheelies and stoppies on a lil' 50cc bike. a couple of the stunts went terribly, horribly wrong but with the exception of some cosmetic and pride damage... it was all in good fun.

there were camera's all over the place and i'm amazed at how many times i turned up in the event pics posted all over the boards. there is even a shot of me talking to speed racer and she only showed up for about 15-20 minutes.

i went back to the event later that night, not to attend the after party, but to go for a ride with ninja girl, and her friends. well she met me at mangoz and then proceeded to take me on a brisk ride to oakville. ninja girl rides a 600RR and let me tell you i was using every last one of my 500cc's to try and keep up with her. the funny thing was as soon as we got to tim horton's we found out that her friends were all heading back to mangoz. since we had just ordered coffee, we decided to hang out with the other bikers that were still there.

i think i spent a good couple hours in that parking lot and i had a good time. they were finally getting organized for a group ride to hamilton. it was almost 11 pm and i was starting to fade so i bid them all a good night. i promised to join them again, and i lit out for home. i can already feel that my riding style has changed. i feel more at one with the bike. more like i am really starting to ride her properly and smoothly. but the bike still does not go faster than 120 km/hour.

on sunday i was still in an amazing mood. i was still quite 'high' from saturday's events. i stupidly started to tell my mom about it. i was smart enough to leave out the details of the bike stunts. and of course mother had to go and ruin everything. right in the middle of my story she interrupts to ask, ...and you are telling me out of all the bikers that were there you didn't see any possibilites???. what a way to toss a cold bucket of sh!t onto my rainbow. i struggled to hold my temper. i let out an oh fer christ's sake and i walked out of the kitchen. i went into my room and closed the door.

i went to the movies with julie later that afternoon. i don't normally notice the way people react to me, but lately i guess i've become more aware. i was text messaging some friends while i waited for julie to show up. from time to time i would look up to find some stranger staring at me, with a look that i can only describe as disdain. i can't say that felt great... but there isn't much i am willing to do about it.

after the movie was over julie and i made the traditional post movie 'potty' run. while we were at the electric hand dryers, i suddenly became aware of someone behind me. i looked back and there were two women staring past me at the hand dryer in front of me. i moved to my right, thereby allowing another person to share the air. julie however didn't move and neither did the two women behind me. they just continued to stare through me with the strangest look on their faces. i instantly felt eighteen different kinds of uncomfortable and i walked out of the bathroom with wet hands. julie came out behind me, she however found the whole exchange amusing so she was laughing.

all of this has got me thinking... and thinking alot. i remember that b used to wear these stupid little glasses when he had to go out or attend meetings. his vision is fine, but he feels that as a big, muscular, bald, black man he is visually imposing. he feels that the little wire rimmed glasses, soften him out a little and make him appear more approachable. i've spent the better part of my life wearing glasses, it was a happy day when i finally got contacts... as much as it appears that i am starting to be somewhat visually imposing, i really can't see me sportin glasses. and dayumm it... why should i have to?

i get that bodybuilding isn't for everyone. i understand that you don't have to like it. but if i can keep from staring with disgust at the roll of fat you've got oozing out between your cropped top and those low rider jeans that you insist on wearing... then surely you can keep from staring at my arms with disgust??

i tell you people... my ego needs a break.