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Mods vs. Rockers, 2008
Trevor took off from work early yesterday afternoon, and we rode the Thruxton up to Delilah's bar for the annual Mods vs. Rockers motorcycle festival. There were blocks of bikes lined up on the street--bikes of all different sizes, shapes, colors, and coolness to be voted on for each different category. Our friend Sarah had entered her bike in the Vintage German category, and she won! Even though her bike is neither vintage (it's a 2005) nor is it German (it's a Russian Ural that 'borrowed' the German body style), the contest guys told her to enter her bike in that category because they didn't have a Russian bike category, and obviously the voters responded (though much to the chagrin of the owner of a vintage BMW parked next to Sarah's bike; he had a hard time grasping that the bike was owned by a woman, and then kept saying how he couldn't believe he'd been beaten by a Russian bike. He talked about it all night long.). Here's Sarah on her bike, proudly displaying her award, some shots of the street (that don't do the other bikes justice), and some pictures of the ride from Delilah's to the Bottom Lounge.
In other news, I started school this week and have been waking up at 5 a.m. to get on the highway at 6 a.m. for my morning classes. My Monday/Wednesday schedule isn't too bad because I only have one class that's finished by 11:45 a.m., so I'm home around 2 by the time I finish up office hours. But my Tuesday/Thursday schedule has me in two three hour classes with an hour break in between, and then on the road by 4 p.m.--just in time for rush hour traffic. This week I was in the car at 6 a.m. and back home from the 2 hour commute at the end of the day at 6 p.m. Awesome. I'll be working real hard to line up something closer to home for the fall. Ideally, I'd get rid of the CLC classes and only travel to Crystal Lake two days a week. We'll see what happens!
While I was on break between spring and summer semesters, I went to hang out with my mom in the Heights, and before we went to the theater to see 'Baby Dady' with Tina Fey and Amy Pohler (yes, it was funny and cute, and I'm pretty sure we both cried), I looked through some boxes full of my old junk that my parents have been keeping in the basement. And these are a couple of gems that I unearthed:
Yes, you're seeing these pictures correctly. I found an envelope containing my braces--the very same braces that were on my teeth. Repulsive, you say? Yes. Yes, they are. But also pretty cool. I also found a coupon for free frozen yogurt that my orthodontist gave me. I'm thinking that it might still be good.
The poster is of none other than Patrick Swayze and some other "hunks" from the 90s. I found it folded up in a shoe box with other treasures like my swim competition ribbons (a large number of which were first place ribbons!), a pair of ballet shoes, a lot of weird pictures of me and the family on vacation and doing other prosaic activities in the Heights that I felt needed to be on film, shoe laces with my name all over them, and many, many other odds and ends (emphasis on the odds). It was quite a trip down memory lane, and although I threw out a lot of useless junk, I kept some equally useless but cool junk.
Tonight we're going up to the Evanston Golf Club to have dinner with the Nichols, Greg and Paula, and my parents for Fathers' Day, which should be fun. The rain has stopped (it was flood-scale early this morning--thunder, lightening, the whole shebang), and it's turned out to be a really nice afternoon. We're currently on the couch watching soccer as we have been for most of the day (although we paused to eat fried egg sandwiches and drink smoothies and coffee [not in the same cup], and Trevor called his pop to say happy Fathers' Day! and he talked to Jim to say the same). We'll have more updates to come, and I'll let you all know when my body finally adjusts to waking up at the crack of dawn. Yuck.
Happy Fathers' Day, all you dads!
Trevor took off from work early yesterday afternoon, and we rode the Thruxton up to Delilah's bar for the annual Mods vs. Rockers motorcycle festival. There were blocks of bikes lined up on the street--bikes of all different sizes, shapes, colors, and coolness to be voted on for each different category. Our friend Sarah had entered her bike in the Vintage German category, and she won! Even though her bike is neither vintage (it's a 2005) nor is it German (it's a Russian Ural that 'borrowed' the German body style), the contest guys told her to enter her bike in that category because they didn't have a Russian bike category, and obviously the voters responded (though much to the chagrin of the owner of a vintage BMW parked next to Sarah's bike; he had a hard time grasping that the bike was owned by a woman, and then kept saying how he couldn't believe he'd been beaten by a Russian bike. He talked about it all night long.). Here's Sarah on her bike, proudly displaying her award, some shots of the street (that don't do the other bikes justice), and some pictures of the ride from Delilah's to the Bottom Lounge.
In other news, I started school this week and have been waking up at 5 a.m. to get on the highway at 6 a.m. for my morning classes. My Monday/Wednesday schedule isn't too bad because I only have one class that's finished by 11:45 a.m., so I'm home around 2 by the time I finish up office hours. But my Tuesday/Thursday schedule has me in two three hour classes with an hour break in between, and then on the road by 4 p.m.--just in time for rush hour traffic. This week I was in the car at 6 a.m. and back home from the 2 hour commute at the end of the day at 6 p.m. Awesome. I'll be working real hard to line up something closer to home for the fall. Ideally, I'd get rid of the CLC classes and only travel to Crystal Lake two days a week. We'll see what happens!
While I was on break between spring and summer semesters, I went to hang out with my mom in the Heights, and before we went to the theater to see 'Baby Dady' with Tina Fey and Amy Pohler (yes, it was funny and cute, and I'm pretty sure we both cried), I looked through some boxes full of my old junk that my parents have been keeping in the basement. And these are a couple of gems that I unearthed:
Yes, you're seeing these pictures correctly. I found an envelope containing my braces--the very same braces that were on my teeth. Repulsive, you say? Yes. Yes, they are. But also pretty cool. I also found a coupon for free frozen yogurt that my orthodontist gave me. I'm thinking that it might still be good.
The poster is of none other than Patrick Swayze and some other "hunks" from the 90s. I found it folded up in a shoe box with other treasures like my swim competition ribbons (a large number of which were first place ribbons!), a pair of ballet shoes, a lot of weird pictures of me and the family on vacation and doing other prosaic activities in the Heights that I felt needed to be on film, shoe laces with my name all over them, and many, many other odds and ends (emphasis on the odds). It was quite a trip down memory lane, and although I threw out a lot of useless junk, I kept some equally useless but cool junk.
Tonight we're going up to the Evanston Golf Club to have dinner with the Nichols, Greg and Paula, and my parents for Fathers' Day, which should be fun. The rain has stopped (it was flood-scale early this morning--thunder, lightening, the whole shebang), and it's turned out to be a really nice afternoon. We're currently on the couch watching soccer as we have been for most of the day (although we paused to eat fried egg sandwiches and drink smoothies and coffee [not in the same cup], and Trevor called his pop to say happy Fathers' Day! and he talked to Jim to say the same). We'll have more updates to come, and I'll let you all know when my body finally adjusts to waking up at the crack of dawn. Yuck.
Happy Fathers' Day, all you dads!
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