Not So Deep Thoughts

The above is the Triton outside for the first time in a long time. That is the collection of bits. Triumph engine, Triumph rear wheel. High Pipes, Norton chassis, front wheel, tank, seat, forks. The Chassis was Dad's first English bike, the engine was my first English bike, a nice combination. 

I got a letter from my friend Sean today. Was quite nice to hear from him, he's thinking about going from some seedy motel in LA to some seedy motel in Imperial Beach. We both shared a love for an HBO show that took place in the second, and Sean knows how to surf, so that's cool to him. 

I get a real kick out of Sean. He's a good kid, a bit mixed up, but no more mixed up than I am, probably no where close. But to imagine him living in some seedy motel in California living as a beach bum. He has enough money to buy a rather nice hotel, so seeing him in the $50 a night scene is a real kick. 

I'm going to try to sucker him into visiting in April, though I think the chances are slim. 

It's nearly 6am, I think I'll go down and eat soon, Trix are for Kids! Well I'm not a kid anymore, and I ate Shredded Wheat and Raison Bran when I was a kid, so naturally as an adult I have to eat Trix... Though I suspect the fact that the cerial turns the milk purple is somewhat bad.