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wow…this site is still alive?? That’ll be all. Stay tuned for my next posting in 2 months time.

check out this video… Don’t worry…its parent safe.

I am happy to say that I am no longer bike less for the summer. I picked up a new motorcycle on Wednesday. It’s a 2004 Suzuki SV650…the exact type that I wanted from the start. Well…I wanted a silver one, but blue is cool too. I rode it home, and man the thing sounds soooo beautiful. A lot better than my old bike that had somewhat of an industrial engine sound. I probably started the thing up 5 times today just to hear it.

The bad thing is that I don’t have any insurance on it, and probably won’t get any until next year. The hardest part will be staying off of it and not riding it. I failed that task today.

I wake up and go into the garage, start the bike up just so I could check something out. Before I know it I am upstairs in my room gathering all my riding gear. I went out to the corner gas station and filled up. All this happened while my parents were out for a doctors appointment…so they’re none the wiser.

Telling my mom I am getting a new motorcycle was like hell. I didn’t know what to say or if I should say anything at all. After stuttering I finally got the words out; “mom…im going to pick up a new motorcycle”. She obviously got mad and started telling me its no safe, I should have spent the money on a new car. Her exact words were “people with any sense would have put that money towards a car, not a motorcycle” I just stood there like a deer caught in the headlights…I didn’t know what to say. Then she stopped talking, and I figured I shouldn’t say anything at all cause it would just piss her off more…so I just patted her head and left. Man…after that I almost didn’t even want the motorcycle anymore, which is exactly why I never told my mom before.

I know my mom is just looking after me and doesn’t want me to hurt but sometimes you just gotta go against the grain. There’s a lot of things that I have given up because my parents did not or would not approve of but this is the one that I just need to do for myself. At the risk of getting sappy…here are some pics



sold my motorcycle today. Dude came all the way from kitchener to check it out and he bought it. Asking price was only $1200, but i got $1300. Just call me Mr. Trump Jr.

I started emailing others who were interested back, telling them it was sold. Then i started getting emails back saying things like “damn…how much you sell it for? I was gonna offer you 1400″…sure…whatever. Thats why you never got back to me or showed up at my house when you said you would. Jackass.

So ya…now im baby is gone. There’s an empty space in the garage and my heart…

As the buyer was testing it out, and i saw him riding it…i felt like saying “sorry…bike is no longer for sale” and keeping it. Ah well…next year is a different story. Got $1300 towards my SV650…yum!

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Well, im selling my motorcycle. Going bikeless is gonna be hard especially with all this nice weather. I put the motorcycle in the Trader last week and have been getting e-mails like crazy but no good offers have come through. There’s a couple people coming down to see it tomorrow. Some from as far as markham and pickering…and one of them sounds like a hot girl. Check out my add in the Trader.

On a side note, we’re selling crab legs at work (for what reason…i have no idea). It’s a cheap as store with cheap ass clientele and they expect a bag of crab legs that costs about $20 to sell like hot cakes. Idiots. I think they should be pushing BBQ products like Striploins, or Ribs….not crabs. But what do i know? I’m just an underpaid meat clerk.

The worst part is that we, and by we i mean I, have to bag these damn things. You ever see crab legs? They have these razor sharp needle like things at the end of their legs. Stabbed myself countless times trying to get them into the damn bags. Even stabbed my palm and it started to bleed like crazy. Then i threw the bag of crab legs to the ground and stomped on it. That felt good. Wonder who bought that bag?

Now that I have grown older and wiser, I am starting to decide how to make my money work for me. I already have a decent sum in GIC’s at TD Bank, but that will give me peanuts after two years, which is the maturity period. I was going to get a savings account, but then I found out the minimum was $5 000 and at the time I was planning on using my money to buy a new motorcycle and did not want to pay fees for taking money out of my savings account.

I started looking at ING’s website and what they offer seems pretty enticing. Their savings account offers 3.00% with no fees, including penalty fees which is pretty good. They also have this other savings account that locks your money away for 1 to 5 years, and gives you 3.70% to 4.05% respectively. Now, any of these rates are better than the 2.90% TD is offering. Well, actually its 1.5%, but if I keep it in till October 2006, then its 2.90%.

The only reason I went with a GIC was that the money wasn’t tied up, and if I needed it I could get it without paying exuberant penalty fees. Now I am thinking of just cashing in all my GIC’s and putting that amount into the 3.70% interest account from ING, and placing whatever I have left into an ING savings account. That sounds copacetic.

On top of that, I was thinking of placing a small amount in an RRSP but I can’t remember if there was a minimum amount you needed to start off with.

Trying to get your money to work for you is hard.

I’m back from Boston, and it was quite a trip. Driving about 530 Miles wasn’t all that fun, but the crazy drivers kept me awake. Almost got side-swiped by 3 tractor-trailers, and one almost ran me off the road. That was fun.

Then we get to downtown Boston to where my sister lives, and the drivers and streets are worse than downtown Toronto. My mom needed milk because she can’t breathe without her daily shots of tea, so we set out to get it. My sis says she knows how to get there, but after we make the first left, she says “ok, I don’t know where to go from here”. Great. Needless to say, we got lost, and it seemed like every street we turned onto led to the HWY. Trying to get back to my sisters place was nothing short of a mission. You try driving a 3000+LB Jeep Grand Cherokee in traffic, with taxi drivers driving like they own the place, your mom sitting in the back shouting at you to watch out for this, and watch out for that, and do this and don’t do that, and you have no clue where to go, and on top of that, you have to make sure the street your turning on isn’t a one way street and all that crap. To say the least…it was nuts. Eventually we got back to my sisters living quarters and all was well.

As a member of the male community, I must report that my sister’s roommate was H-O-T hot. She’s in her final year of some Dental specialist program. But then I found out she was married. Lucky bastard.

On a side note, there are some rich people in Boston. As soon as I got off the HWY I saw 3 black Mercedes SL55’s. Beautiful. There were also a huge array of other Mercedes, BMW’s, and Porsches. On the way home I also saw a Bentley Continental GT…that was nice.

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