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Saturday, October 16, 2010

小摩托車

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One night during my life in Asia I was heading home from a night market after getting some dinner or doing a little shopping, maybe meeting up with a friend or two, I don't remember exactly. But I was on my way back to the apartment, driving my scooter, waiting at a stoplight, and a guy pulled up beside me on the tiniest little red motorcycle that I had ever seen. And then the light changed, and he drove away. He drove away really quickly too. Like his tiny little ridiculous motorcycle had way more juice than my 150 horsepower Yamaha bike. It was one the best, funniest, most random moments of my life, but I had forgotten about it until tonight.

Tonight, when I was watching one of those old Jackass movies and there was a setup where a bunch of those guys drove these tiny motorcycles all over a grocery store and were wiping out and startling customers and crashing into shelves and each other.

Such a fun memory. Thanks, jackasses.


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All the Roadrunning by Mark Knopfler and Emmylou Harris

3 comments:

Kevin October 16, 2010 at 3:56 PM  

Did we see this together or separately on 2 occasions? Because I definitely have this same memory. I think we were coming back from laundry or that grocery store on Qing-Hai.

Davie October 17, 2010 at 8:42 PM  

You were there; it was definitely on Qinghai, but I'm pretty sure it was post-Fengchia night market. It just seems like a night markety thing to have happened.

annesue October 19, 2010 at 1:25 PM  

funny memory

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Time, as I've known it
Doesn't take much time to pass by me
Minutes into days, turn into months
Turn into years, they hurry by me
But still I love to see the sun go down
And the world go around

Dreams full of promises
Hopes for the future, I've had many
Dreams I can't remember now
Hopes that I've forgotten,
faded memories
But still I love to see the sun go down
And the world go around

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as it steals across the sky
I love to remember and
I love to wonder why
And I hope that I'm around
so I can be there when I die
When I'm gone

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In moments when you're happy and you're smiling
That the thought will comfort you
On cold and cloudy days
if you are crying
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the sun go down
And the world go around
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