Now is really not a good time.

Okay. So now I'm looking for work. I just got this BITCHIN neck tattoo one step closer to being a finished piece of artwork and now ... Now you know what comes up? A fucking tooth ache that's turning me suicidal.

Yes, that's right. There's just something about "wisdom" teeth that is bound to break just about anyone who's been unfortunate enough to be cursed with them. Which, I THINK is roughly 90% of mankind.

It's been somewhere around FIVE years since I was SUPPOSED to have them taken out. THAT WAS FIVE FUCKING COMPARATIVELY SANE years ago. Sure I didn't WANT to; because then they didn't hurt. Sure, I didn't WANT to have them removed when I HAD insurance. SURE I regret it now. SURE FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

At one point today I was fishing around inside my pain wracked gob trying to see if I could somehow remedy my problem with just some light pressure with my index finger. Nope. Sorry. Wrong fucking answer. All I could get was my pulse from on TOP of a molar and another mouthful of blood. And that whole mouthful of blood thing is REALLY wearing thin. Seriously - I don't know how vampires so it.

I can't smile, I can't eat, I can't talk right - FUCK I can't even TIPE RIHT. Put the bullets in the gun, Mildred, I think I'm ready.

But all I have to do is hold out till Monday. That way I can remedy this marvel of medieval torture and pay THAT off for the rest of my life too. I like to think that I've been through a lot of pain throughout my life. Like Never knowing my father, multiple piercings, some really badass rough-looking tattoos, cutting off my own finger with a kitchen knife followed by 12 weeks of intense rehabilitation ... You know - lots of painful shit. But this?! This I must get fixed now. No matter the cost. Period. Sure, I could nurse a busted knee for 3 weeks. What's that? Lower-lumbar disalignment? BAH I say. That's all bullshit. I'm ready to make a pact with Satan himself so long as this pain never EVER comes back.

And I think I might ask for some all stainless steel teeth while I'm at it. Better make that deal SWEET.

Or maybe not. I just need this pain to cease before I lose any more of my will to live.

Missing: 1 Dream Job.

Thats right. Screwed the pooch on this one too. Although it was genuinely a collaborative failure - you know - the whole team thing - Pat and I were asked: "Why do mechanic's toolboxes have wheels on them?"

This last weekend in Phoenix was just a clamity from the get-go. We had problems with our 125. We had problems with BOTH our 250s. Although Alex DID manage to WIN the season opener on the 250 that Pat and I scrambled to get running and compeditive. Man - all that well-wishing and being glad to be waking up every morning and working at what I wanted. All packed on to an athletic bag and checked through Continental Airlines. Back home. Back to square one again.

I mean - its not for a lack of trying. I did my best with the best I had, within the circumstances of the situations I was placed in, and I know I was in it for the experience. I could hardly say I "was in it for the money" but it was still the experience of a lifetime. It really was a lot of fun and I value the opportunity that just fell out of the sky and landed in my lap. BUT, thats the nature of the beast. Unfortunately, the motorcycle racing industry is and indusrty based squarely on results, not effort. Try as we might have, our "fresh-outta-school" 'A-game' just wasn't enough.

At any rate, I'm back home. Again. Horribly depressed to be back in town. Again. Best of luck to Frank Pate, Alex Welsh, Kyle and Ryan Ferris in their respective racing campaigns. Sorry we couldn't do more for you kids, but lets face it - we're just not at that level as tuners - YET.

Welp - one dream job down, a thousand more to go.

GUESS WHERE I AM!

Sorry for not posting an update since graduating MMI this February. I wound up with my dream job straight away outta school. So I'm currently blogging from the road in the team RV currently in the state of Mississippi making our way twards Daytona International Speedway for our first real race of the 2006 season. Hopefully I'll have computer and internet access from the road so's I can post regularly about our (mis)adventures and results. We currently have scheduled dates for European races too. With any luck we'll end up with races in Thruxton and Brands Hatch in England, and Valencia and Juarez circuits in Spain. But thats later in the year closer to November.

So far I'm getting along with everyone pretty well. No real bad mishaps to come up yet (knock on wood). We started out with 4 Honda RS125 units and one RS250 in plastic tubs, all the guts (broken-down engines, chassis bits, suspension shrapnel, all the necessities) all the everything and had 10 days - 12 hour days - to get everything together for our first test at Oak Hill raceway in Henderson, TX. Got all that polished up, and had our riders the fastest all day in the Formula 40 Mini Endurance - was offered the contract for the season and here I am. Sharing an RV with 7 other individuals all working twards the same goal. Kicking ass and winning races. Onward to oblivion, I say. Thats what I'm getting paid for now. ( -- insert diabolical grin here -- )

I'll TRY to upload some pics when I can, but no promises. We have a laptop (which doubles as out datalogging and telemetry machine) but access to a scanner may be limited. Cheers kids, I'll certainly be back when I get time.

Oh, and before I forget, you guys can keep up with the team results and all the good news at the Infintiy GP Racing team website. I'll bug the boss about keeping up with that. (shakes fist)

Letsbuildafort Blog v1.5

Welp. I'm back at home. Pretty much in on piece. Got the diploma, got the well-wishes, and now I gotta find a job.

WANTED.
One moderate-volume Suzuki/Honda dealership willing in to take on an entry-level technician. Have extensive experience in sailor/mechanic language and 2-stroke engine rebuilds. Available to work immediately for a small food stipend and a cot in the back. Have most of my own tools and looking for the opportunity to learn and be a valuable asset to any compeditive service department.

So lets stop eating cake and try and find a job. Que "Eye of the Tiger"

--LBAF

The Repo Man Cometh

There's nothing quite as sad as having your borrowed vehicle taken by the repo man. I swear, I'm scarred for life. When I got home from work, the tow truck was waiting and I cleaned out a few things for my friend and I handed over the key and felt secretly smug that the gas tank was now dangerously low.

But now it is gone and like Cinderella, I too am a mere mortal again having lost my pumpkin shell.

Howdy

I'm just signing in to this great blog and inviting everyone else (if there are "everyone elses") to do the same.

THIS BLOG SUCKS!


I MEAN ROCKS!

Just weird enough...

to be kind of wonderful: Dr. McNinja

New post time everyone.

I TRIED messaging Kevin and Sarah today, but I guess they're out for a little bit. TOTALLY missed my Defensive Driving class yesterday, so now I'm not gonna get any damn sleep for a while, or until I get that crap completed.

Oh, and I've been recently commissoned to make up some flyers for a friend's band. I'll see what I can do to post a few ideas up here and see how everyone likes 'em. That means YOU, Worldgineer! You, K-sra and anyone else who whould like to pitch-in their 2 cents.

Lazy Sunday and the word of the day is ... F U C K. : )