I found myself reaching for my fisheye attachment more and more these days so I checked ebay for some proper cheapo lenses. Turns out you can save a pile of cash if you forgo auto-focus and aperture control, so I bought this Korean joint just in time for Japan.
This is the first "full manual" shooting I've done since I had a 35mm SLR back at uni, so the extra few seconds of preparation before a shot is still kinda cute at the moment. I expect we'll be crammed into some tight spaces over in glorious nippon so this lens should come in super handy.
A couple nights ago I was riding home through west-end at around 9:30pm and this fucking dude on a Ducati Streetfighter was in front of me. I pulled up next to him in the same lane and shit cos I don't sweat invading a dudes space n that, and he had these dual Termignoni pipes pointing straight at my stupid fucking face. And I didn't even know what Termignoni was, I had to go home and google "trem gioni exhaust" to find out the name cos they were the only letters I remembered. Anyway these exhausts looked fucken sick with big J tuner style double-logos on the dual pipes, and they fucking sounded like an army of 30 foot spiders storming headlong down a dark alley wearing brogues. When I think bcak on the encounter now all I can see is the exhaust and it feels like im on its event horizon perpetually falling into it while being pummelled in the face by that amazing sound.
Tokyo hotels BOOKED. Im positively vibrating with excitement and whiskey.
I swung by grandmas old house for what I assume is a last visit before it gets sold or leased or something. Amazing stuff. For each room I walked into, it was another 5 or 10 years since the last time I was there.
I found a box full of my old photos in the shed, and snatched up an old PSX with Metal Gear Solid while I was at it. Also got a couple of things we could use at the new place;
First, a motherfucken Ericophone. Dad said I should scoop this up cos it was rad, I didn't even know it was a thing until I got it home and looked it up. We don't have a phone here yet, so once I clean it I look forward to rotary-dialing 10 digit mobile numbers into the bottom of this thing.
I got this clock too which I remember staring at whenever I went round there as a kid.
I spent most of today scooting to and from the big bike shoppe picking up my clutch cable and various degreasers and regreasers while recovering from the ganga drinks I had last night at trivia.
Installation went fine enough that I found time to get extra-curricular with the sticker job on the zoomer. I took the bike for a test ride tonight and it felt...odd. Either the clutch setup was SUPER fucked before or its fucked now, but the old cable gave me a clear sense of some metal moving around when I pulled the lever while this new one is butter smooth and absolutely indifferent.
But the bike is still fantastic to ride. Its fantastic to rev maniacally through the tunnels on the ICB and its fantastic to ride through the Valley doing 50 in first gear like a complete dickhead. That pipe is the only thing I can't live without.
My clutch cable snapped halfway home from work on Friday night. I pushed my bike up onto a road island, called a towtruck and told myself that I would go home and finish the bottle of whiskey I bought at Brisbane Airport in 2007 cos I briefly thought I liked whiskey.
And I did finish it, almost. I watched No Prisoners 2012 and drank whiskey and listened to A$AP. Good friday.
The rest of the weekend was filled with furniture wrestling and babies.
I tried to fix my plane too but its TOTALLY FUCKED HOLY SHIT
We got the keys on the morning of the 4th and have spent the last 7 days filling every room with our favourite veneered chipboard squares and muscling them into a configuration we like.
We put our relationship through the Ikea litmus test and came through with flying matching understated swedish colours. Everything gets rearranged every day and I like it more and more each time.
It feels like a treehouse in here. A modest little 80s brick terrace treehouse with a comfy couch and stairs leading down to my bikes lounging alone in a massive garage on ground level.
The hot water system was kinda fucked but I fixed it. Thinkin about changing the name of the Wifi network. We're gonna buy a big fucken TV. The first time we had house guests we ordered pizza and they gave our order away to someone else and ended up giving us $71 worth of free pizza and I'm STILL smiling about it. I got a lot of new homeowner feelings running wild through my head y'all, struggling to make sense.
As for the old place, we paid our last visit on the weekend to make sure the chinese bros in the Delica turbo did a reasonable job cleaning it. I thought I'd feel sad but I really dig this place too much to miss the old one, rad as it was.