Uh, hey friends. I'm having a date today. 100km driving to another city and there. Yeah nothing extraordinary on this planet but I just have that strange feeling in my stomach :eek2:
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Uh, hey friends. I'm having a date today. 100km driving to another city and there. Yeah nothing extraordinary on this planet but I just have that strange feeling in my stomach :eek2:
Strange feeling in your stomach?
Why? You ate a rotten shells?
Or... or... Tapeworm infection?
What is it?
Dunno, I ate yesterday only a little porridge in the morning and little ice cream in the night. Was so futile to eat I just threw stuff away! No hungry no can eat :lol8: Anyway maybe it was the ice cream. However will eat a full plate of porridge soon. A man has to eat else he can't stand on his feets!
Eating 'dates' before a drive, especially Taatelikakku, can lead to many visits to the toilet which can be annoying when you are on a motorcycle and all zipped and strapped up in many layers of clothes. I suggest you eat a cheese sandwich instead and a banana and peanuts to bind your guts up! Do they have 'milk of magnesia' in Finland?
I gues this is a good place to put my own funny feeling in the gut story. Just aborted a major motorcycle trip to Laos. Just a bad vibe about the whole thing .. Here's a list:
- Late. As usual, I pack at the last moment, I left home at 4!
- Wasn't too comfortable with the brand new brake pads, no 'braking feeling'. I have to pull real hard to stop the bike
- Maps not downloading to phone. I'm lost
- Ran out of gas while still in the city, just after stocking up on much needed moto gear!
- Someone helped themselves for a brand new, only used for 3 minutes left hand glove. I took it off to check why the bike is not getting fuel.. well because there is non ..
- Bike feels seriously underpowered, eventhough I just cleaned and oiled the chain yesterday.. Maybe the air filter has come loose. I just checked at the parts market, couldn't find an airbox to fit.
- Just a bad start .. and by 7.30 I'm hungry and still just 20 minutes from home ..
Well no more trip .. taking the boring bus tomorrow.
Yea, I follow your thinking. Gut feelings of this kind can be important. And you will never know what horror it was you missed by being careful. It isn't superstition, anyone who has lived long enough would admit to enough times when subconscious or even prescient warnings have kept them safe or made them avoid doing something/going somewhere. Just occasionally you win by re-starting after careful relaxing but nothing lost by listening to your gut. Have a good trip to Laos and sit on your laptop to avoid road mines.
I get the 'feeling' though that Mikko's date was the perfect female kind he is always hoping to bump into and that butterflies he felt were just pure nerves. Come on Mikko, what happened? Last time you took off on a trip chasing shielas you fell of the planet for a month or three!
Funny…. I thought once you get love sickness you have immunity thereafter. Then as you get older you learn its best to load up on carbohydrates for big events, do not weaken yourself before the event, you want to be ready to go the distance.
It’s a sport get your game on…stop with the belly aching.
Attempting belly dancing with a restless intestinal track…..that’s a scary thought.
If love sickness brought about diarrhea…then would it be common in high school to shit your self over a flirtatious cheerleader?
What about guys who got the shits in gym class? It must have been something I ate? Yeah right.
Hey mo,
No photo no date.
Paging Mikko! Paging Mikko!
Should we send out a search party????
This date had better be hot, hot, hot!
HAHA, I guessed that and believe me I had plans to take some good butt showing picture, she posing with Orange. But oh well, she was too sweet girl, and she did not warm up to go to a ride with me - even though she had promised and I took a spare helmet with me. I blame Orange for that! Never buy a chinabike if you want to get chicks!!! :lol8: Luckily though there were no other problems :naughty:
As a short ride report things went well except on the way to meet the girl I checked rear foot peg and saw there was a problem. A metal piece securing the toot peg was missing. The footpeg itself was stuck however. Nothing a good kick can not solve! And thus was the footpeg unstuck. Lesson number 1: Always take at least basic tools with you if you take sidebags. I visited a shop and bought lock nut and bolt and things would had been repaired perfectly if I just had the tools. No matter, it didn't matter really because she didn't want to take a ride with Orange :lol8:
Anyway, had a great weekend and date, and yes, Jape was right, special girl she is. Will maybe post a few pics of the weekend since this evolved into a mini ride report.
Glad for you Mikko. Take it easy, be cool and don't blow it. 'festina lente'
Well, she is 24 and I am 37 :rolleyes1: So I think I will just have to be happy of this fun weekend :clap: hence already trying to give up with my plans about the next move :lol8: And nothing wrong to be "just" friends :riding:
Ok, here come the pics as said else no date :lol8: Enjoy :thumbsup:
Here is a pic of her feets.
http://oi52.tinypic.com/2j5gj7a.jpg
And here of her arm with almost fresh new tattoo.
http://oi53.tinypic.com/2q9yidc.jpg
Here is her friend. The lady in picture stumbled and fell down. However she had a "not a biggie" attitude :clap:
http://oi52.tinypic.com/35j02ma.jpg
Great date, great weekend. Thanks of the support everyone.
Do all woman were the same shoes in Finland?
Lol no :lol8: It was just additional detail on the story. Those are the same shoes.
To who is your lady friend shooting the bird?
Nothing wrong with romance with a youngster, especially a redhead with tatts, it keeps the blood circulating, my last before latest was 28 and I am 60 this year. No, she didn't leave when I ran out of money or stamina, she decided to go back to husband to raise the new babe ... its just a cultural thing in the west, in lots of places I would be considered an 'interesting, wise and fruitful patriach' rather than a 'dirty old bastard' which is what my young niece calls me.
Moilami, take two shots of vodka and you solved the problem.