I learned a thing today. Apparently, they’re called the 12 O’Clock Boys because their signature move is riding wheelies:
A lot has happened since my last post.
There’ve been wiring snafus (which I will be happy to get into in a subsequent post), the great damper mystery of 2014, a break up, and a move.
Also, now I am a man.
I guess physically not so, I still wear flowery things, I smell like a woman and I date men; but I might have more tools than you. No breakup is going to keep me from completing this monster endeavor, and the first thing I had to do post-getting settled was invest in some tools. Looking at the little green and gray evolve tool box my dad bought for me to take care of odds and ends around my dorm room in undergrad, I was faced with the undeniable fact that it was time to graduate! I scoured the internet (aka Googled) mechanics tool sets.
Did you know Sears has amazing deals on crap like this?
I ended up getting a 309-piece craftsman mechanics tool set for $169. That set was only $20 more than the next smallest one at 154 pieces. I reckon I got quite the deal on tools that will be with me for the rest of my life.
So I went to go pick up my new toys, and they handed me a bunch of loose standard and metric sockets/wrenches/hexes/etc. in a cardboard box. This would NOT do…I’m a grown-ass woman! I need a tool box.
I just want to put it out there and say women have it so easy. Not only do we never have to buy our own drinks, but literally every man working there wanted to carry my tools for me. Being as proud as I am about my new-found muscles, I replied with, “Nah, I work out. Where are your boxes?” I’m building a motorcycle, bitches. I think I got this.
The man who ended up helping me tried to convince me to return the set I just picked up in favor of a smaller set that came in an organized plastic box. Do I look like I was born yesterday? That plastic box is going to get scuffed, warped, and messed up. Eventually I will throw it out and replace it. I told him what I want is a steel box with drawers for all the sockets/wrenches, and another smaller steel box with a removable caddy that I can use to load up with tools I need to take to the bike. Ultimately, it came down to the fact that my express purpose was to buy tools–one day I would probably regret not having gotten the larger set.
309 tools, and two tool boxes later, I decided that I needed some help getting to Dolores (my car). I might be capable of great things, but one must recognize their limits. Help came on four wheels, not two legs. I guess I can say that I still did it all myself…even if I did employ the help of a cart.
So my evening entailed organizing my new treasure trove of tools, drinking a Death in the Afternoon, eating pizza, and watching Pacific Rim. It looked a little something like this, and I think Hemingway would have approved:
I’ve gotta watch this documentary. We’ve seen these guys once in DC, and while the volume of noise annoyed the piss out of me, I was nevertheless impressed by the number of young men riding on dirtbikes through the city. Now knowing they came from Baltimore on dirtbikes is increasing my appreciation…I’m all for the police cracking down, but I don’t mind watching from my porch!
For the two and a half people following me at this point, you may not have noticed that I went on a two-week hiatus. I flew my bicycle, my gear, and myself out to California to participate in the AIDS/LifeCycle. It is the largest fundraiser in the world to benefit AIDS research, treatment, and prevention; and I am extremely proud to announce that we raised $15,000,169 this year. I am also extremely proud to announce that I rode all 545 miles on my bicycle from San Francisco to Los Angeles to raise awareness.
I could write a mini-novella about the experience, but I imagine that’s not why anyone is here.
I do want to talk about our Roadies, though. One team in particular. The Moto Safety Crew.
The ride was fully supported by the organizers, which recruited a small army of volunteers. Every morning, the Moto Safety team would ride out like a cavalry to put up route signs that were arrows to keep us on the path, mark particularly hazardous areas, remind us to bike single file (there were 2300 of us…the reminders were absolutely necessary), and inform us that the rest stops or camp were near.
This guidance was totally useful and necessary. I’m sure there are a few places where I would have gone the wrong way if not for their strategically placed signs.
More than that, they protected all 2300 of us.
The Moto Safety crew all stood out in the heat in the middle of the streets and helped guide us through particularly dangerous intersections. They had flags and would yell to us to slow down; they would help us cross several lanes to make left hand turns; they would ensure there was no traffic coming in the opposing direction; they would educate us on the traffic patterns at particular intersections; and they would inform us of sharp turns and warn us to gear down if a hill followed immediately.
They did all this and more.
I also loved the encouragement and thanks that I received from them every single day. Simply a thank you for riding and fundraising. I would also thank them for their support and guidance.
Moto were our best friends on the rides. Always the people we could count on to have our backs.
Just wanted to give a shout out to my favorite motorcycle team. Much love, and I will do my best to always do a full ALC stop.
Building moto bikes
Sanity slowly waning
Not even titled
Maybe Haiku Tues should be a thing.