i've had a very successful and enjoyable evening under the full moon.This past weekend while cruising around on the Vespa with my special lady friend on the back the seat lock button went flying off (for reasons unknown to me) with spring loaded force. The plastic lock piece was then run over by a few SUV's, karma possibly for all the shit i give them. This resulted in some serious deformation of the square shaped button. Buying a new lock would mean a new key for the seat and the same old key for the glove box and ignition. i hate carrying keys so the thought of adding another one to the ring was motivation enough to put some work into a repair job.
This afternoon i dismantled the seat and seat lock and, with the help of a dremmel, i ground down the square peg to fit into it's square home. i locked the pieces back together and she's back in action (the Vespa that is, not my special lady friend). i now can access the gas tank so all's well in the world of the PX150. Just in time for a beautiful weekend.
On top of all that great Vespa news i also received in the mail today the vegan friendly gloves i ordered online. They should keep my mits warm and protected as fall comes knocking on our door.
Tonight also marked my return to the soccer field. It's been over a year since i played last and it felt great to get on the pitch (indoor that is) again. i got to play goal, which is my favorite position, and was oh so close to getting a shut-out with a score of 5 or 6 to 1. The one i let in was a 2 on nil situation so i can't feel all that bad about it. Man, i forgot how bad my goalie gloves smelt though. You can't wash that shit off, it lingers on your hands for days.
Today was important for my sense of balance. i need something physical to help balance the mental stresses of work. Fixing things, scooter rides, and soccer games are great physical outlets. Heartfelt compliments from my special lady friend don't hurt things either. Big Lebowski references are always fun as well.
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Last time I played soccer was with you, many many years ago...its sad! I really need a kid, so I can start playing again...either that, or you need to bring a ball next time you come down to Boston.
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