May 31st, 2013
Wat is it about street parking dat brings out da worst in people? Is it cause no one is "looking"?
For those dat follow WWD! regularly, you know dat I lost my ride last week due to a freak act of... luck, so now I have to drive in and look for street parking with da truck. Parking in a residential area is tough enough but fighting with oddah "co-workahs" for a spot is almost suicidal.
In just a week, I've been snaked (found a spot only to have a anoddah person slide into it), passed a person juuuust leaving and couldn't turn around cause had someone behind me which took da spot (dat really sucked), was making a LEGAL U-turn to get to a spot only to have someone make an ILLEGAL U-turn to "steal" it, had people waiting in line in a "designated area" then follow those leaving from a dead end area and then get da kine people who will squeeze in da tightest spot making you wondah how da heck did they do it!
Yesterday was da worse. I parked near da corner of an intersection wea you definitely could tell only ONE vehicle could fit. Behind me was a covered moped so I gave just enough cushion so da rider could get on but had to keep it tight cause oddahwise I'd be too close to da corner risking a ticket.
Aftah work I'm walking to da truck and wat do I see? A frickin' car parked dat reversed in front of me literally half an inch away from my front bumper!
Wassup Wit Dat!
There was absolutely no way dat person could have gotten dat close - especially in reverse on an inclined slope - without having hit da truck! Could I prove it? Well there was no "proof" but logic would tell you oddahwise. Sorry I was waaaay to habut to even buss out da camera but seriously, da gap left, there was barely a space to fit your pinky in there and no mattah how good of a drivah/parkah you are, there's no frickin' way you'd be able to leave dat little space and not hit da vehicle behind especially considering da situation of going in reverse on an inclined slope.
A homeowner who was doing yard work walked ovah aftah he saw me trying to evaluate wat da heck I was going to do and started shaking his head. Naturally I was tinking should I just roll forward and "nudge" dat car forward, key da car or flat da tires. Hmmmmm. Then I snapped out of it and had to Austin Powers Goldmember da truck going back and forth a half dozen times trying to be careful not to hit da moped all da while biting my tongue and trying not to hit da car (which I reeeeeaaaaallllly wanted to do) since I'm assuming dat car "bumped" me anyways. Da homeowner was nice enough to make surah I was able to get out safely.
Wat kine parking woes have you witnessed or been a part of? Have you seen people "reserve" an area? Around my neighborhood they leave their garbage cans out so nobody can park and one house even uses orange cones. I've seen cars spaced apart to avoid having an extra car fit in.
Normally Thanksgiving is a time (day) to give thanks but Memorial Day gets overlooked for da same reason.
It's a day of mixed emotions as those who have served this country sacrificed the ultimate price by giving up the most treasured essence of our being, life. Then there are those who are living, breathing and serving us today with the mindset that at any given moment, their number may be called.
Personally, I've always had a reverence for the Armed Forces, and those who serve to protect us locally, as most do it not because it's a job but their inherent calling to safeguard the very "right" we have to live freely.
Things have changed throughout the years and now Memorial Day, especially in Hawai'i, is about "everyone" memorializing those who have lost a loved one. While anyone - everyone - will respect that, the true reason for Memorial Day has begun to diminish.
Wassup Wit Dat!
It's a hope that with everything that has happened this past weekend between bbq's, picnics, camping and just enjoying time with ohana, we give thanks for the real reason of the holiday, remembering those who've served, are serving and given up their lives to call this country the land of the free and the home of the brave .
It started off as any oddah normal day wit da exception of leaving earlier to fill up gas - da sun was up, blue skies and da air cool - wat more could you ask for to start da day?
Well, I guess, dat was too much cause aftah filling up gas and making da big rounding turn on da Pearl City on-ramp, I approached da straight-away and da rest is just a fast forward blur.
It couldn't have been more than 5 seconds into da straight-away as I was accelerating then all I heard was BANG and da bike started to shake! My first thought was a tire blow out but then I saw a puff of smoke and felt some heat on my lower left leg. Da rear wheel was locking up and I knew it was bad.
Whether it be Da Man Upstairs or just experience, I didn't panic (much) and kept as cool as I could be (besides my leg heating up). My main concern was trying to keep from laying da bike down and avoid getting run ovah. Luckily, by da graces of da powahs dat be, I was able to. There was a steady trail of oil behind me, a small pool of oil below da stood up bike and oil on my brand new pants.
As I dragged da bike (rear wheel locked) to da side of road (which is hard to do when one wheel doesn't want to roll) and had it leaning against da guardrail (can't put da kickstand down cause da angle of da road), I then realized dat I nevah have my phone.... cause I left it at work! Ugh! I watched hundreds of vehicles pass by as I was hoping dat one of them would be FSP (Freeway Service Patrol) which it did..... and kept going.
I can't fault him though as he was in da middle lane and couldn't cross ovah three lanes quick enough - as well as being unsafe - but I did manage to make eye contact with him so I figgah'd he'd call it in. As I was waiting, anoddah motorcyclist (in military fatigues) pulled ovah and let me use his phone. Da next truck arrived aftah some time and hooked up da bike, I asked him if he was able to make a U-turn and take da bike home since it was less than a mile away from wea we was (FSP is able to tow off da freeway for a limited distance) and since technically he would still be on da freeway.
Instead of being about a mile away, it ended up being dropped off at Aiea Elementary about four miles away. Oh well, part of da situation so I sucked it up and rolled with it. I still tink FSP is one of da greatest programs brought to da Oahu!
So now wit time to spare as I waited for my mother-in-law to pick me up, I was able to take a closer inspection of da bike and saw......... a HOLE in da engine block.
Wassup Wit Dat!
Da casing next to da gear box literally punched a puka da size of a half dollah and for da life of me, I have NEVAH seen an engine case "blow up"! Moreso a motorcycle block which is made specifically to handle da high rev/high temp demands of da design. How it blew up I will nevah know as da engine obviously had enough oil and it wasn't overheated since I just started out da morning and there weren't any indications of a pistion out of sync but for it to even of happened has to be about a one in a million chance. Of course, I'm dat "1". 🙄
Now all I got is a 450 - well, 442lb - piece of metal sitting in my garage which can't even be used as a papah weight.
Yes, I'm alive, no one's hurt but now I have to deal wit da residual fact dat I have no ride to work. Oh well, such is da life of a WWD! blogger. 😆
As if da first two hours of da morning wasn't enough, aftah getting re-ready to head back out to work, I picked up my keys and da multi-tool dat was attached to it broke to pieces - da multi-tool literally scattered to multiple places.