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Police & fire dept section.
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...and then caught a ride back into Manhattan on the back on Hans' scooter!
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So good.
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Hans & Ellen helmeting to depart via Hans' Vespa. (And Piper!)
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On our walk over to the reception, we ran into Bertl on his scooter and got a chance to wish him farewell!
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A little later that afternoon, we rented a scooter and drove over to...
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Dave and me on the move.
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On Sunday morning Dave helped get a second scooter running which meant we could all ride. Time to buddy-up for adventure!
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Not before admiring these two helmeted cuties on the way out. Awwww.
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"Oh, well you know how it is, ChatRoulette! Just having a typical New York City post-Superbowl hang. Sitting around wearing a bike helmet on my face while my gay friend casts sultry glares in the background."
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It took all of 3 seconds to get a sense of crazy-high wang ration on Chat Roulette. Sarah was worried that people were going to screenshot pictures of her face next to weird-shaped wangs and other unmentionable stuff and decided to take precautionary measures by transforming my bike helmet into an IDENTITY CLOAK!
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HELMETFACE!
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One of our Dutch raft-mates.
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Paddle!
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...on a rafting trip! Haha. Here's Meredith all decked out.
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Cleaning out the basement took a long time because every time I'd open a box to play "toss or save," there'd be a million interesting treasures inside! Like my dad's old fencing helmet from college!
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Afterwards, we headed back downtown to wander around...
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A little before 7pm, we decided to head back to our guest house and relax for a bit. Here's me trying to figure out where the heck we are on the map and how to get back to our room!
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Here's Mer and me: gassed up, helmeted up and ready to explore.
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...and this while wearing my brand new bike helmet! Hahah.
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...joke-photos of them making faces like this...
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I look like a turtle.
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After almost dying on my bike ride to work on Thursday morning (a big truck pulled over into my bike lane and almost smooooshed against a row of parked cars), I decided to stop being an idiot and went to the bike store during lunch and bought a helmet.
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...maybe a dusty motorcycle helmet or two, and our private party was raging and in full effect.
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This is Jordan (another writer) and I on one of the breaks we took, enroute to ice fishing.
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Snowmobiling time! Without being asked to show our driver's licences we were each given thermal overalls and a powerful snowmobile with which to speed over the tundra! (PS- It says "Jew" next to my head.)
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Me and Marissa, keeping the situation under control.
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Be careful Tins, my helmet has "Lice."
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I put on my riot gear, just in case a dude-fueled dance floor riot broke out.
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Then Chris had an idea!
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Fatty and Grant.
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And me. Someone call your high school photo teacher, I think what we've got here is a "work of art! " I call this one "Self-Reflections of a Helmeted Scooterteer."
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Chris. Hahahahah.
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Back in the parking lot, Grant snapped a bunch of pics as we prepared to head back to Rethymnon.
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I totally forgot to mention that the temperature had dropped sharply from the previous day and was in the low 50s, which might not sound too cold, but when you're riding a scooter at 50mph with no gloves, it's almost unbearable. Here's me using the exaust to defrost my frozen lil' phalanges.
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Twenty minutes later, and down at the bottom of the mountain we just ridden over, we stopped again to warm our hands.
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Grant peepin' through a dougnut.
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Our bellies full of warm doughnut, we hit the open road. We decided to take a 45 km backroads trip to check out the bad-ass Arkadi Monastery and then from there, if we had enough light, ride another 25 km and check out the Melidoni Caves.
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Mmmmmm....doughnutlicious.
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...and then we peed all over everything and hit the road! By the way, how amazing is it that as soon as Grant is off his scooter and that helmet's taken out of context, he's instantly transformed from "Quadrophenia" to "special-needs escapee from the short bus."
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I'm not sure if he's flexing or if he's pretending to be a little teapot, short and stout.
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You thought we took a lot of pictures before? Throw in the novelty of helmets and it was a veritable photographic orgy.
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Hahaha. What's better than Fatty's camo helmet by LAZER?
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Twenty minutes later, we made it to the first of Balí's beaches. Here's Fatty taking in the view from the road.
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Grant and Fatty took a quick ride to pick up some snacks and drinks at a nearby store.
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Grant Stoddard: Stunt Driver!
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We got back to the scooter place (and please keep in mind that we'd literally been gone for about four minutes) only to find that the scooter rental guy had gone, that's right, you guessed it, ON SIESTA! Here's a picture of my acute disdain. Luckily for us, the people in the shop nextdoor asked what the problem was and when we told them what had happened, they called the scooter guy on his cell phone and he came back and hooked us up with new bikes.
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Heltmets? Check. We had originally planned on driving west to a nearby city called Hania but when we looked more carefully at the map, we realized it was over 75 km away (which is really far by scooter). So we instead decided to head to Balí, a small beach town about 35 km away.
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He was digging my green sparkly helmet
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Jealous?
motorcycle lessons
May 22, 2003
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You know, I always imagined I'd look like a badass on a motorcycle...but that's because when I'd imagined it I wasn't wearing a lime green, sparkly helmet. Look out ladies!