Random Scootering on Friday Night

Who says friday night must have plans? I try to stay away from plans as much as possible... makes it more fun that way.

Night started off at the George and Dragon - Scarab meeting - we all had a few pints, a few bits of meals, and a hearty welcome from the owner. We're going to hold the meet and greet there for the scooter rally "Skull Valley Rally" on the 20th of May. I drank from about 5 to 745. Then I went to the movies.

I strapped a friend onto the back seat and took off downtown, hurrying to catch the opening of "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy." I met Jaime, Shaun, Shaun, Dana, Mike, Sohinee, and Righteous - who was strapped to the back of my scooter. I actually met Mike, Sohinee, and Righteous at the GnD - but what mattered is that we were all there at the Theater - or actually, at the Mexican food restaurant sucking down margaritas before the movie.

The movie was awesome, by the way, and I won't comment on the entirety of it but if you enjoy Douglas Adams' works, you'd enjoy this movie version of Hitchiker's Guide - he wrote the script, so no whining about inconsistencies.

Buzz gone, I hopped back on my Scooter, fired her up and snuck out the parking lot the back way - the line was long and I am impatient - heading up to Nick's. Nick decided he wanted pizza, which sounded good to me, so we went to Slices in Old Town Scottsdale. I had a slice of pesto pizza - really wicked good. But that wasn't the best part about this little pizza place - it was the ridiculously intoxicated Scottsdale kids. It was unreal - the repression was literally leaking onto the floor with some of these kids. If I was a psychologist I'd be recruiting there - these kids need HELP and the last one to their trust fund is a rotten egg!

After the slice o' pie, it was time for the Rogue. Nick and I chatted with a few folks about all sorts of fun things and then, ubenownst to me that it was nearly 2am, headed off to Hot Pink. We arrived at hot pink 2 FREAKIN MINUTES BEFORE 2am - and so, the only thing i could get was a water. Damn. Luckily, a few ladies I knew were an entire linens and things to the wind and were two fistin it. Hence, free drinks. After about 30 minutes we got bored of lookin at retardedly drunk people and rode off into the moonlight.

I'm sure the neighbors are going to hate me, because Nick decided to give me a tour of the entire Camelback Corridor at 3am. My scooter sounds like a pack of wilderbeasts belching after a dinner of bear.... but not as smelly. Think loud, think annoying, think half drunk me that keeps his RPMs up rather than idling through neighborhoods. Oh well. Its a bit quieter than a harley, but not much.

I ended up crashing on Nick's couch - since itll be my couch in about two weeks. I gotta sleep more.

Introductions

I enjoy travel. Thats really the beginning of this concept. Whether its all over the world or all over my own neighborhood, finding new places, meeting new people, and experiencing new things remains my utmost favorite passtime.

The second part of Ten Inches of Travel lies in my other favorite thing, riding - Scooters, that is. My scooter has 10 inch tires on it.

Experiencing the world at a bit slower speed, giving yourself time to look around and smell the air - thats the point of Ten Inches of Travel. I like to find places off the beaten path, and experience what it is that gives that place a home here on earth. Each little speck of the map has stories - history that most people outside of that miniscule landmass forget. None of it is unimportant, none of it inpertinent to the history that we all share together.

Of course, I also enjoy the local delicacies - specifically dessert. In backwoods America one thing makes me happier than all other confectionary concoctions: Pie. Rhubarb, Berry, Apple, Mincemeat, Bananna Cream... the list can go on and on. To me, real homemade American pie remains the defining characteristic of a small town's delicacies. Every town with a Cafe has pie. I intend to try as many as possible. Internationally, I'll go with whatever's great - France has its creperies, Italy their gelaterias, Japan its innumerable fresh candies and cookies.

The world is filled with sights, sounds, smells, tastes, and stories that ought to be experienced with more than just the five senses. I hope that if anyone reads this, they will agree - and possibly go out and explore themselves.