this moment of clarity

Sometime in 2008 I went out and got drunk at the Casino with Chris and Dave.

The next day we were sitting around in my brothers backyard talking about cars or whatever. I was musing about bodykits and how it might be cool to have one, but I couldn't justify 4 figures on it.

Daveo piped up from across the table and under a huge pile of his own hair with "Dude you can get a knockoff BN kit for like 500 bucks"

Suddenly, buying a bodykit was the best idea on the planet, and within 10 minutes we were all crowded around the PC organising big chunks of shitty fibreglass to get shipped to our respective homes.

The dim, hazy plateau of The Afternoon After a Night on the Cans is evidently the easiest time for me to make major purchase decisions, as I made another one just recently.

About a week ago, on an equally hungover and neutered afternoon, we all took turns riding Daves scooter to its absolute limit up and down some suburban streets in Alderley. Sometime that day, enclosed within a slightly-too-small helmet, the idea was galvanized within me to buy a scooter of my own.

I hit ebay, gumtree and bikesales every day for the following week. The number 1 most desirable was a Ruckus, but they were pretty much non-existant. My heart was snatched by the Honda Dio, but there were none local. Zumas and Jogs were looking pretty good too, but by Thursday I still hadn't found something that was semi-local, the right price, and also had ridiculous aftermarket options. Then on Friday, with an incredible stroke of luck, I managed to score one of the handful of Honda Ruckuses that were brought into the country before all the importers gave up, AND for a pretty fucking reasonable price. No work got done that afternoon.

The bike was in Sydney, Chris and Charlie picked it up for me tonight, and I received this movie from Chris a little earlier this evening;

Apparently that was on the Sydney Harbour bridge, which has a speed limit of 80 mind you.

Holy hell man, I'm so ready for scooter life.