D116: Sat 18/08/07 - Properly Grilled
Although everyday is pretty much a weekend for me (hahaha), the actual weekend brings about a lot more things to do. Rupert’s other son Joey was back at the house so the Pellet clan (plus friends) were gonna go riding at a local MX track – Briarcliff MX Park.
Even though Rupert wasn’t riding, he still designated me photographer for the day. I got to use his camera and everything… now I’m not taking away from any professional photographers but seriously guys… its easy. I mean, the camera does all the work… you just stand in a good position and let the good shots take themselves. You can see the results of my efforts here … I’ve only put a couple up there, but there were plenty more… I just didn’t want to make Rupert (and Kardy, TFS, Cox etc etc) jealous. I’ve even stitched together 4 shots to make one wide photo showing Joey’s flight… that’s how good I was.
The owner of the track (Jeremy) was actually someone who I’d met at one of the Tuesday Night MX meetings and he soon joined a group of us chatting (including Vintage Bike owner, Kurt Mosher). Like most tracks it seems, he has been struggling to keep it sufficiently watered in what has been a very dry summer.
Once Joey and Tommy had finished on the main track, they bought out the pit bikes and started terrorising some kids around the mini-course. Like most brothers they are pretty competitive, especially in MX as it is the one sport where Joey is better (so I was led to believe)… a timed lap around the course proved this point, but it didn’t stop them from arguing about it. All fun and games though.
After piling all the bikes back onto Rupert’s truck, we made our way (slowly) back to the house… in preparation for tonight’s activities. I was gonna be going out with Joey and a couple of his friends to the local bar – The Grill. The lack of cider meant I was onto vodka and lemonade… which in America is strangely pink, and not fizzy. Still, it does a good job of being the mix drink… it especially tastes good compared with a whiskey shot which was inexplicably bought after just one round of drinks…
It was a pretty good evening, although when you’ve had the same opening conversation about 20 times, kinda gets old:
Me: “How’s it going?” - notice I’m now using the American intro
Them: “Wow… where are you from?”
Me: “England”
Them: “What you doing in Newark, OH then?”
To which I was varying my answers… of course most of the replies were lies, but hey… I wouldn’t be around to face the consequences.
