Where’s The Fun Factor

Mini Bikes For Sale At Walmart for $479.00.


So I find this interesting because I know young men and also young ladies just starting out would never decide to purchase a motorcycle that weighs over 900 lbs. and costs over $29,000.

That’s right because there needs to be a way to get others involved with this sport, the sport of riding motorcycles.

Many people including myself have been riding motorcycles for many years and probably, and I’m reaching here, have started out riding mini bikes or simular small motorcycles.

These small motorcycles and mini bikes are what our mothers or parents didn’t know anything about, they didn’t even know of our whereabouts because as kids we were outside having fun.

Our parents having dealt with free range parenting, these parents would have been shocked to find out their sons or daughters are riding the neighbor’s mini bike.

That’s right!

Where’s the fun factor!  Right here!


The Girl in The Park

Beyond is a sense of what lies ahead. We don’t sense the turmoil. The seasons are a cycle, an uproar if where the disarray properly lies.


The other day I met these people they were adrift. I met a girl in the park.

Our conversation started off well, we began talking together quite fluidly.

We began to hit it off, it seems we like one another and we do.

Him: “I am a beanstalk standing there where the beanstalks have stood.”

Her: Call Me!

Him: “Call You?”

Him: “Funny.”

Her: “When?”

Her: “You’re different.”

“How the Frick am I different?”

“That’s how this works!”

Her:”You’re out of character.”

His reply: “Duh, your a cunt!”

Her: “You’re Out, Fuck You!”

It seems we do like one another

and we still do.


“My phone is…”

“No, your Facebook. ”

“Oh, but she’s pretty and this will force me, I guess into that situation where I Am The Man,” he thought.

“I’ll tell you what pretty lady, why don’t you go on that other website and I’ll message you there. My messages there will be more beneficial to their deeper meaning.”

He didn’t tell her it was because this gave him the biggest hard on.

“And what website is this, I’m assuming it’s a social network website?”

“Oh, it’s big, real big in fact. I like it too!”

“Okay, what is it?”

“It’s called Pinterest.”


She barely has heard of this Pinterest and never has ever used it before. Now she’s thinking he’s a dumbass and a social deviate or just some weird ass hole.

“Okay, how do I do that.”

And he’s heard this before, it’d be foreign to her all of those pretty cutie pies, those little dear misses, they barely know anything about this ‘Pinterest’.

“Have you ever heard of message boards?”

“Oh yeah, but weren’t they like forums and you participate in designing or whatever?”

“So they started selling pictures online which was an easier job to do and they were good at this, they are individuals on a more professional level. This is their job, it’s what they do. So they have taken a bunch of photos with all this equipment and are attempting to sell them over the Internet. That’s what Pinterest is.”

“Well, how does that relate to messages, is this like those spas or forums or message boards as you call them?”

“Now who’s the dumbass,” he thought to himself.

“It is necessary to define yourself Honey, showing yourself, your selective photographs and these are your messages..more beneficial to their deeper meaning!”

She had a frustrated look on her face, rolls her eyes, “Oh, I see.”

No she doesn’t.

“Huh, I thought you were a lesbian?”


“Isn’t that your partner over there and she’s dancing and exercising in the sun all the time the way the Chinese do having their fun?”

Now he trys to wiggle his way out of the fierce topic that he started. He always sees her with the little misses dancing. “Do you like music?”

Bisexual or not her reply was, “Eat Me!”

“Excuse Me?”

Oh, now he begins to like her a little better. Because he’s ‘The Man’. He doesn’t care what her sexual preferences are, this isn’t an issue with him he’ll just about fuck anything provided they are a woman.

He thought, “Oh, was that a question or was that a request for me to eat her?”

“I’m starting to feel you,” she tells him obviously finding his wiggle room.

I met these people they were adrift. I met a girl in the park.


A Roadside Place

He asks her, “I don’t let on, what’s going on?” They were kissing and making out in their car.


Along side the place on the road the cars began to come into the parking lot area.

This young couple’s space had been invaded, the parking area is where they were parking. They were the only ones in the parking lot. It had been only them and they were making out, kissing and doing whatever young people do so everything would have been just fine yet their space was invaded. The night was going to be a busy night at the Twinkling Star Roadside Tavern. It was the night of the Homecoming. The football game was over.

Perhaps this was a roadside tavern from the early years of 1930s, 1940s and 1950s.


Now, I like this apps, it helps me to create a picture that I like. This is what I want to capture, this is the effect I’m trying to get. Sometimes I’m trying to upload a filter, many filters many apps  repeatedly, I even try the one I want, yet they all keep failing miserably although I try and try again and again.

Here is the one I wanted.


He likes this apps the one he’s using. He is trying with this photograph to capture a specific imagine of a time gone by . Sometimes he tries, but he fails, he tries repeatedly to upload the imagine with a filter, many filters, again it fails. He tries and tries again. The right one will eventually come along and it did.