T doesnt listen to the radio for one reason, he's not mainstream. But under extenuating circumstances he is sometimes forced to turn the dial like his great grandfather might have done as he sat in his wooden chair and lit his corn-cob pipe. Well, since the death of my closest friend i, T has been lost for a source of rhythm. He and Mr. Pod had many a memorable time chilling or riding together, hell, he even got him through some of the longest rides and races that his legs know. Consequently, much more radio has been playing while crusing in RED as of late. I usually keep it down in the public radio channels, but today i decided to get my hip hoppin' and listen to some HOTT 92. im not sure now what to do with all tha junk inside my trunk
Need to get the iPod warrantied
Also made one of the smarter choices that i have all year and picked up a set of booties. No more frost-bitten toes after cold rides
Tonight while working at the carb kitchen i was graced with the acquaintence of two trucker manz. They fooled me, i would have thought they would have been sailors by the amount of adverbs and adjectives they so casually belted out in the middle of the restaurant. They were really something else, very friendly though; wanted to talk lots and everything... College: psu, main (you must be quite the brain then!); Sports: cycling (woah); Alcohol: eeh..; Girls:whaaa? stopping here, you can imagine what sicko truckers might say...
I've met tons of interesting people while working there, it's kinda cool. Although, some people i would rather not have met, like this one creepy guy who pays way too much attention to whatever im doing.