over spring break while basking in the sun and dreaming of champagne wishes and caviar dreams with my friends in mexico i realized that life is too short to sit around and wait for it to happen. so i decided to grab the bull by the horns....no, i didn't commit to joining the peace corps for two years, or opt to learn mandarin chinese just for kicks, i decided to enjoy the outdoors more and adventure through the summer on a new bicycle....after i quickly realized that i hate riding bicycles influenced by the memory of my brother dodge-balling me with a basketball while i was riding a bike at age 12, which caused my shoelace to get caught in the spokes and my foot to get eaten and my leg to crushed as my bike fell over on me...i thought now, as the adult, i control my own destiny and chose the sweet retro-ness of an old school pedal start moped, with which to enjoy the summer of 2007....
i wasn't sure what to expect when i rolled into roseville, minnesota to pick up the bike, but i certainly wasn't expecting my salesman to be a 13-year-old 7th grader named jazz. i said, "are you steve?" (the guy i had been cooresponding with...) he said, "no, that's my dad, but i'm not old enough to have my own e-bay site." suddenly the teacher became the student.....we walked into the his garage, jazz, my new 13-year-old best friend and me, and there she was my 1980 black batavus moped with working lights, horn and a backseat luggage rack that could hold anybody's star wars lunchbox. jazz started her up for me and off i rode into the sunset....well, 1/2 a block until i narrowly missed the neighbors' gnome lawn ornament and figured it was best to save my motor-cross moves for my home turf. i gave jazz a check, we loaded the BAT-mobile into the car, we shook hands, then he went inside to study his spelling words and i drove away with nothing but an old school motor bike and a pocketful of dreams....
more to come...
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