Training Wheels of Steel
Posted June 18th, 2007 by Court Sullivan
I rollerbladed over to my friend's house to pick up my bike around 1am tonight. Halfway there, I got yelled at by a guy in the only car I passed on the trip: "ROLLERBLAAAAADING!!!" I couldn't decide whether that qualifies as an insult or not, but you know you've really sunk to a low form of transportation when somebody can just yell out what you're doing and cause you to ask yourself that question.
Hey, what did one rollerblader say to his friend? Nothing, his mouth was full of cock. (I hope you're taking notes, gray Toyota Corolla man.)
Seriously though, the reason I left my bike at my friend's house is because I was too drunk to ride it home. Which is interesting because when asked how I was able to down a forty in under 2 minutes I told someone, "Duuudude, it's liike ridiingg a bike..."
Is anyone else baffled by beer companies sponsoring NASCAR teams? First of all, I would have to assume that the driver is one of the only sober people at/watching a NASCAR race, otherwise everyone would realize how boring the sport is. Then the beer companies splash their name all over a car, so the driver has to stare at a gigantic "BUDWEISER" hood logo out of his peripheral vision (which is better than direct vision I'll have you know) for god knows how many laps (500 or so I would assume). If that doesn't make you thirsty for a beer, try being reborn as a male.
I've decided to advertise on my own car. I'm having huge "DUI" graphics made. Next time I get pulled over I'm telling the cop that AA told me to get a sponsor.
What cop would really pull over some guy with "DUI" written all over his car anyway? That's just asking for it. I firmly believe that cops like a challenge. Which is why I always start trash talking as soon as they ask me to walk a straight line.
Sometimes when I'm riding, I get scared of the fact that I put together the major pieces of my bicycle. Do you think that's the same feeling a woman gets before going out on a date? Do you think that woman could be referred to as a one night kickstand?
I was wondering if you could get a BUI, so I searched for it on the internet (Googling is soo 2001). The first result returned was for "Boating Under the Influence" and the only other non-person's-name result was for the "Badminton Union of Ireland." I think it's safe to say I won't have any bike cops flashing their reflectors and ringing their bells at me. Unless it's for gay sex.







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North County San Diego here has LOTS of BUI's. Surf town cops get bored of people having sex in their cars at the beach they just pull over a few local drunk bikers.
Sadly, the penalty for BUI is the same as DUI in WA state, where part of my sentence was apparently being made to understand every liquor violation law they had.
Had a guy in my group who got a BUI...he apparently ran into some trash cans, a parked car, some kid walking his dog and finally a ditch.
I think he only made it a block, which makes his hit total all the more impressive.
That's really a shame that BUI carries the same penalties as DUI. The only reason I could think of that they'd even make it against the law is the whole "we're just trying to save your OWN life" thing - aka the seat belt law philosophy.
If Dale Jr. is caught in public drinking or buying any beer other than an Anheuser-Busch (his primary sponsor) product, it is considered a breach of contract and he may be subject to a large fucking fine.
This makes me wonder, how many of his parties are BYOB just 'cause all his friends are fed up with Bud Select? Does he send out clandestine squads to purchase a case of Yeungling of Miller High Life with untraceable credit cards still wired to Dale's account? Man cannot survive one Bud alone.
So...where do I start with this comment? It’s a long day in the office for me, so what better thing to do than to fix a frozen pizza, crack open a beer and surf Court's blog. You can only imagine how surprised I was to run across a blog describing a portion of the night/morning when I was violently brought out of a great sleep and an even better dream to someone (Court) knocking on my front door and whispering my name in the hallway.
I'm a light sleeper, but I knew that I heard something…but maybe it was in my dream, Jessica Biel was on her way over. I decided to lie back down and finish my great dream. But noooo…I get a phone call...Court. He tells me that he is at my front door and he's come for his bike...AT 1:45AM on Sunday (I work typical human hours during the week).
I'm a little disorientated and he goes into his story about how he's been drinking beer all day and decided to rollerblade over to my place to get his bike at 1:45AM. I'll have to admit, he tried to tell me this story about the Toyota and the how he was offended by the comments made by the driver, but I paid no attention. Thanks for filling in that portion of my life bro. I'm tired and I have no clue if this makes sense to anyone...hmmm, maybe I should make a trip over to Court's place for my boom box around 1am????
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