It's bloooooooooog time! Happy Monday everyone. In fact it's not just any Monday, no this Monday is meaningful. This is the MONDAY BEFORE SPRING BREAK. Which is actually very complex and difficult, the Monday before Spring Break really fuxx with my emotions sometimes. Let me explain.
First and foremost, it's Monday. Which fucking sucks. After a weekend of motorcycle shopping and chilling in Louisville, it's as difficult as always to mosey on back to class to learn more. However, it's not all bad because being the Monday before Spring Break, it's actually a light day as far as workload: no homework. And of course we can't forget that we are so damn close to Spring Break! But in reality we're really not that close, we have the whole week left. I have to put up with an exam, three PT sessions, a SAFECATS night, a few small homework assignments. This is what makes the Monday before Spring Break bittersweet, you're so close, yet so far away. It never fails to drive a spring breaker with stars in his eyes crazy.
As I said earlier, I went motorcycle shopping this weekend. It was very informative and fun. I'm starting to get dangerously close to actually buying a motorcycle, which will be sweet. In fact the time range for that is like 4-6 weeks, and yeah I totes can't wait.
But the more I research motorcycles the more I realize how well the sportbike style motorcycle fits my personality. Some riders are dirtbikers, some choose the Harley Davidson cruiser model, others tour or whatever but then there are people like me; which the sportbike is tailor-made for.
In the Air Force, as many people are aware of, pilots of different category aircraft tend to razz on each other. The cargo pilots get shit from the fighters for going slow, the fighters get shit from the cargo pilots for not knowing how to do a W&B, and the chopper pilots get shit from every human being in the world. This type of pseudo-factionism seems to divide up common people over anything they choose to get involved in. And I love it!
There are examples EVERYWHERE. People who play World of Warcraft divide up by Horde, Alliance, zombie, whatever the fuck. People who play sports divide up by the type of sport they play, and then further by what position. Musicians by the type of music or instrument they play. Scholars by their major or university. Et Cetera.
People inherently affiliate themselves with a group of people to oppose a different group, and they do this perhaps hundreds of times per day. "That guy has an Air Force bumper sticker! Hell yeah, let that guy merge." It traces back to the days where early humans had to band together in tribes and fight for survival by countering enemy tribes. Now that we don't have to do that to survive anymore, we still do it because it's fun to make fun of stupid liberal arts majors.
So back to talking about motorcycles. This same type of cohesiveness applies. Sportbikers look out for the sportbikers, Harley riders look out for the Harley riders, and touring bikers are considered dumb as fuck by all. But what's quite a shame is that sportbike riders have a pretty bad rep because of dipshit riders who give us a bad name whizzing through traffic without gear. What results is that Harley riders tend to hate sportbikes while true sportbike riders have nothing against those Harley badasses.
I don't wanna whizz through traffic and kill myself without gear. I wanna learn how to ride a bike properly, and master all the skills involved with a performance motorcycle. Harley's and the like simply don't have a sporty enough gear ratio, swift aerodynamics, lean ability, and are far too heavy for me to enjoy them. Sportbikes on the other hand are perfect.
Anyway sorry for ranting so much about motorcycles. My mind is completely distracted by that Ninja 250 right now. Regardless, I think it's about time for me to talk about my new frat: Mu Chi Phi.
Basically, my friends and I like to ride. Yes on a videogame, but that's not the point. On the outside, it is indeed four or five guys going completely stupid over a Cordova 360. But in reality, it's deeper than that. It's the fact that my friends and I don't have to worry about anything. We can just chill and play some Mx Reflex and enjoy each other's company laughing at stupid shit. Because when it comes down to it, when we're "riding", we're really just celebrating the fact that we can do whatever the fuck we want because we're on scholarship and we're on a road to success.
Of course our obsessions change. Currently it's riding: that (really really awesome) videogame that let's us pretend and fantasize of getting big air, making the crowd roar, and snagging mx bitches on the daily. Prior it's been Skyrim and the Stormcloak rebellion. Whatever stupid thing we end up preoccupying our time with we always do it with each other, and it ends up being a blissful escape from school and work for a few hours.
That's what Mu Chi Phi symbolizes. Not riding specifically, but whatever we do to escape the boring painful reality of working our asses off to achieve what we want. Mu Chi Phi is the 1900 on a Friday feeling of loading up the X-Box and polishing off a Blue Moon while spitting a freestyle line to the instrumental of California Dreaming. Mu Chi Phi is probably what frats used to be like before they lowered the standards and upped the admission price.
So I just got offfered an RA position at Haggin Hall for next semester. This continues my streak of accomplishing every goal I set through college. It's pretty nice and I'm getting quite used to it. I love how impressive I am as an individual. Feeling bad for fuck-ups about now. Sucks to be them.
Back to Mu Chi Phi, another aspect of the honorary fraternity is the competition. We live by a Race to Ride ratio. Race is how well you race, and Ride is how well you freestyle. The goal is to be a 5:5 and to be on top. Of course it's just friendly competition but it still exemplifies the whole "excellence in all we do" ideology that my friends and I live by. I.e. even when we're just dicking around, we're the fucking best.
Anyway that's about all I have for this Monday's post. I have an exam tomorrow so I expect I'll post again tomorrow. 3 or 4 or 5 or 6 days left until Spring Break, depending on how you look at it. I'm so focused at everything else in my life right now that my stoke level for this Spring Break is pretty low, notably compared to last year. Which is actually really really great because now I won't be fucking giddy all week. Instead my stokedness will just spike at the last minute on the way to Atlanta. All the sudden on I-75 I'm gonna be like "AW FUCK THIS WEEK IS GONNA BE AWESOME." Normally that feeling hits me like 172 days out like last year. Oh well, until next time...
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