Mine? As miserable as ever. My little bro wanted to go to a little comic con thing, is just not my vibe, felt surrounded by people in weird costumes is just… Thankfully I was there for like half an hour.
Mine? As miserable as ever. My little bro wanted to go to a little comic con thing, is just not my vibe, felt surrounded by people in weird costumes is just… Thankfully I was there for like half an hour.
My spouse and I rode our motorcycles from the Midwest to the East Coast over Thursday and Friday. We’ve spent the weekend hanging out with family and friends that we haven’t seen in months. It’s been a good time and we’ll be here for the rest of the week.
That sounds both cool and terrifying.
Why terrifying?
All of existence is a thin veneer of order over a roiling sea of chaos. Terror is the primordial experience, at times merely occluded by the colorful distractions of gaiety and hope.
Depends, I guess.
Are they riding fast Moto Guzzis? Really terrifying but also a lot of fun I imagine. Big, slow-ish Harleys? Not that terrifying, also pretty fun and damn cool IMO.