part 2
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Kaw Girl's visit to Black Bike Week 2005
Starring:
Kelly a-k-a Kaw Girl
Michelle a-k-a Bombchelle
Latari a-k-a Tari
...and others to be named throughout the pages...
By: Kelly a-k-a Kaw Girl
Thursday Night Continued-
So we just got the bikes off the trailer, gotta go park it, right? I'm no idiot, I can park a trailer. So, I have to get on Ocean Boulevard to back the trailer into the alley designated by our hotel, stop traffic, thanks to the Myrtle Beach Police, and start backing that ass up. However, it was a little difficult to maneuver, so of course dudes are yellin' out, I'll do it for $20 bucks! Anyway, a nice guy says he can do it, so he gets in my truck and backs the trailer up perfectly. He's a native of Myrtle Beach, thank you so much man! I didn't have change, cuz I wanted to give him at least a $5 bill, I just thanked him profusely...then I went and got change and brought it back to him. There are nice folks out there...
So, trailer is parked, truck is parked, time to go ride right? Well Michelle's got a freakin' migraine, Tari ain't got no damn bike of her own, and I'm just ready to ride the fuck out! Damn! I am at Black Bike Week right? We get changed, decide Tari will ride with me (against all of my rules, but the plan is to get her a guy to ride with) and all three of us ride out, finally!
Okay, so we go uptown a ways, meet some peeps we know from BAD BOYZ out of NC and VA, Michelle decides she can't go no further and bows out of the ridin' game...Me and Tari take off back towards our hotel still searchin' for a guy to ride her or just to drop her off so I can ride (by myself right? ain't no one else with me! good time to call some of my friends) and we arrive at the hotel...
BARELY!!!!! My bike stalls out a block from the hotel, I start it back up, we get to the parking lot of the hotel, stalls out again, won't fuckin' start this time! I SMELL GAS! I'm like oh no, not again, another gas leak, this is a common problem with my bike, it's either a tube that popped off or something. However, gas is POURING out from under the bike, SHIT! Time to call Dad...but it's like 2am, I'll wait 'til morning, me and Tari just chill in front of our hotel on Ocean Boulevard and watch the people go by. Great opportunity to film folks right? Post it on the website right? WRONG! Camera battery is dead, not just dead, it's done, gotta get a new one! So, we just sit there, like damn, our night is fucked up!
Friday Morning-
The next morning is not refreshing at all, sleeping in a hotel right on Ocean Boulevard is like sleeping on the damn yellow line in the middle of traffic, the motorcycles don't ever stop, even at 4am, 5am, you sleep a couple of hours, then they're back out at 8am! Dang! Maybe I'm hatin' because my bike's in the parking lot fumin'! I call my dad and explain the problem and basically beg him to come fix it, it shouldn't be that hard right? I'm thinking it was just a broke tube or something, so my dad hasn't decided if he's coming yet, I call his girlfriend Michelle (no relation to Bombchelle Michelle) and she says he's coming, yeah!
Me and Tari decide to make the most of our trip and I want a t-shirt with www.getyourownbike.com on it and my name, Kaw Girl. We walk up the street to the airbrush beach shops and spend way too much money, but have fun doing it.
So what has my dad decided? Is he going to come down and help me fix my bike? Will we ever see Michelle today? Will Black Bike Week 2005 be redeemed?