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Monkeywright's Motorcycle Diaries: Video experiment #1
All right, so here's a ride down the coast to the bank. Exciting, huh? The bike in real life sounds nice, deep, rumbly, purrs like a tiger. In this video, it sounds like a fart.
Also, the video quality reminds me of low budget 70s horror films, so I have added titles accordingly. Feel free to skip around. The ending is kinda fun, and I get somewhat cut off by two bikers and their hoochie girl near the middle. Yeah. 10 minutes. It's like you're right there with me.
If you don't feel like watching video...here's some still photos of the ride back...
Manhattan Beach: there's hole in the sun!

My God, it's still there! Is this the end of the world? Ooh! The ocean!

A blonde in a wetsuit! If Derek were here, he'd be happy.
Monkeywright's Motorcycle Diaries: Now featuring MonkeyCAM!
Hooray for technology! I've recently added the GoPro Motorsports Hero to my biking fun, mainly because I eventually plan to start reviewing scenic rides and submitting articles to a few motorcycle publications. The GoPro is pretty cool in that it can be mounted to a helmet, wrist, or pretty much anywhere else with a suction cup. It does video too (later), but for this ride, it's taking a photo every 5 seconds...
Today, for a test run: Target in West Hollywood to home!
Here's the parking lot - which way do you think I'll go?

Leaving the parking lot, on the right, you'll see part of the Formosa Cafe, famous hangout of Elvis back in the day...

Stoplight self-portrait...

Monkeywright's Motorcycle Diaries: Griffith Park/Hollywood
So, today I decided to go for a quick spin through Griffith Park in Hollywood. This is the famous little mountain range with the Hollywood sign, you know the place...

(trust me, that little white blur at the top is the Hollywood sign)
The main reason I went is the winding road leading up to the summit near Griffith Park Observatory.

I've been trying to find a good place to practice cornering, and aside from the loose dirt on the road, this seemed like the perfect spot.And ooh, a tunnel!

On the other side of the mountain, the famous Greek Theatre, and there's a tribute to Hendrix coming soon!

Monkeywright's Motorcycle Diaries, Part 1...
The big day has come and gone, and I am now the proud owner of a Suzuki Boulevard C50T. I rode it home about an hour ago, and I'm still buzzing. I don't know who many Culties bike (or want to start), but for any who care, I'm going to try to keep a journal of learning the ins and outs, as well as making sure I take my camera with me to explore LA and show you some sights. This is the bike, which I haven't named yet...I'm leaning towards Bully...


Tomorrow, it's off to the DMV and Beyond...
An Asshole's Quest
As you can tell from the heading of this herrrrrrr blog, The Kid is venturing out on a quest. His destination - nobody knows that including The Kid. He can tell you where he wants to go, but he can't tell you how he's going to get there. But here's his master plan, and not like the master plan devised by he and Michael Leonard Oberdick, otherwise known as the "Switch-a-roo"....
The Kid's Real World
I’m just going to say it…MTV’s Real World is not real. They have to be stopped. I’m sick of the beautiful people who’s only goal in life to “act” in front of the cameras. That’s fine and good, but don’t do it on a reality show. Act like yourself. The Real World should show the gross underbelly of society. It did that for a while, but it has since derailed. How do we fix it?
I'm glad you asked.
Without further ado, here is my "cast" for Real World...Suburbia...
Dear Rachel Ray
Every once in a while, The Kid has a crazy idea that may or may not be construed as insane rambling. Who are we kidding? Everything that I write is insane rambling. I'm like a functional retard at best. Seriously, I have some serious problems over here. I'm borderline psychotic at any point of the day.
Just like right now.
So keeping with that trend, here is a new feature to The Kid's World that The Kid would like to call "Dear Rachel Ray". "Dear Rachel Ray" will be a series of letters that I write to Rachel Ray praising her awesomeness and potential for potentially being the "Future Mrs. The Kid". (I know the female readers and Kate Beckinsale are all devasted, but I'm sorry.)
Dear Rachel Ray,
Avoid the Great Lakes Film Festival




