The One with The Ancients

RVL’s Pick:

That’s Not My Name – The Ting Tings

Main Offender – The Hives

A recent conversation with the Red One confirmed my suspicions, The Gods are pissed at me or at least their worried to an extent that I’ve gone over to the dark side.

In truth, maybe I have…

maybe I am a convert…

I’ve been teased and taunted by the Titans again and again that I think I’ve given in. I like the dark side, its faster, its scares me to shit, the rush is more exhilarating, and best of all, the price of all these freedom is considerably less.

I’m talking about sportbikes, yes I’m addicted. You see I’ve always been a “car guy” very much like how the Red One and I have always been an “ass man” opposed to “tits”. However after my acquaintance with the Black Widow, all I want to do is ride, to a point that I’m starting to hate the normal driving commute to work and the drives to pick friends up and the drives to go shopping or when it’s raining which I’m confined to do. The rain! and oh my god the rain, this is where I truly believe that the car gods are worried for the loss of another petrol head. Whenever I plan to ride or grab the keys, the clouds gather together and ruin my day. But the instance I send the Black Widow to the shops for some part of something, the skies open up and the heavens smiles. It’s like somebody increased the brightness and contrast settings on the monitor. This is annoying me to shits.

I apologise to the Gods for my association with the Titans, but just like The Ghost of Sparta, you can’t keep me a servant of Olympus forever and the walls of Tartarus will not hold me. I’ll definitely come back and flirt with the gods every once in awhile, but for now, my attention is on two-wheels and it’ll stay there till somebody loans me an SLR roadster or a GT-R.

-Sayonara-