Tuesday, January 8, 2008
greetings. . . from the future!
And I'm here! Jet-lag has even been conquered, to a reasonable degree, thanks, in part to some new safe-sex campaign on United 857. (Will it ever be humane to approach a haggard young parent and say, with feeling, "I hate your baby"?) Fourteen hours of scrapple dreams / three PG films / four odd East-West fusion plates later (rice noodles and tomato sauce, e.g.), we touched down at PuDong International, and filed through hallways lined with ominously-labeled doors: "Foreigner Interrogation Sector 1-D", "Quarantine Facility", "Disease Control Testing". I arrived at my uncle's doorstep around 10 Tuesday evening, and spent a pleasant couple of hours reading and stroking their decrepit Golden Retriever, aptly named Rusty (who still sleeps, with labored breath, at the foot of my trundle). It's 7:00 AM, finally, a reasonable hour to take off and explore, eat, comparison-shop for motorbikes.
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Oh God! I can't believe you're gone. Glad you arrived safely... happy Vespa shopping.
Don't forget to wear a helmet! And I mean that literally, just in case you thought I was being inappropriate. But I mean it that way too, I guess
Assuming you go for something pretty standard like a second hand hero honda or bajaj it should only be about $1.5k. Of course if you're feeling particularly suicidal / generous you can always get a faster / nicer bike.
I was going to make a joke about learning to ride in backalleys, but byron seems to have preempted the sauce out of that sausage already.
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