Today

was one of those rides that you just know are going to be interesting because of they way start out. I almost killed Yoda as he entered the crosswalk. I was going slowly but when I braked the wheels underneath thee locked and I fashion skidded around him and from there on fucking in I knew it was going to get weird. I should have seen the little fucker and would have if I had been on the ball so I thank somebody that that little fucker wasn't hit by me. I mean, he had a hard enough time running Soular why the fuck should he die crossing the road. After the worst part, the fully braked car filled downhill leading to the ugly puke filled uphill, I was on my. That, for me, equals the end of the hard ride and the traffic navigation begins to kick in. I saw a truck stopped. Not one of those small ones that you always see in Tokyo BUT a big fucker.....there were flip flops and shopping bike on the ground which is never a good sign. after that I saw the driver of big fucker getting shaken, like the shit out of him, and the owner of the flip flops doing a whole lot of fucking smacking. I rode and I was happy that I didn't stop to intravenous. From there on in she was smooth and nubile until he passed me. I was on the easy route through the park when HE passed(grammatically correct?)me. I noticed the frame and tattyoo and yelled "SHINO!!!!!". He turned and then from there on I knew the troika had been completed and no harm would befall me. The strange one gets beer now.