howie’s halfpipe

I just did a word count of my entire blog.
It is 109,800 words.

flirt·ed, flirt·ing, flirts

To make playfully romantic or sexual overtures.
To deal playfully, triflingly, or superficially with: flirt with danger.
To move abruptly or jerkily.

Well ryan and I did leave at midnight, and we began our scootering journey to Dee Why. There are some dodgy footpaths between Hornsby and Frenchs Forest. There are also some really good ones too.
Its hard work scootering, and pain began to creep into limbs.
It was all going quite well, we where moving along at quite a reasonable pace, but then the interesting bit came. In all our preparation and planning we remembered lights and food, and to get a map from whereis, but we missed out on one integral part of going on a journey.
The weather!
We didn’t check the weather report. Just as we where entering the middle of St Ives it began to rain quite heavily. We took shelter under the front of the St Ives prespeterian church for about 30 minutes, then the rain eased off so we decided to keep going. About 20 minutes after leaving the church it started raining really really heay. Huge amounts of water on the road. And by this stage we where half way between St Ives and St Ives show ground so there was no shelter, just bush on both sides of the road, our brakes didn’t work cause it was so wet, and we where extremely cold.
We tried to move as quickly as we could to the Ampol petrol station at St Ives showground, It was shut but it had a nice big roof for us to get shelter under. We took off our shirts and socks and shoes and huddled near the door to the petrol station wrapping ourselves in blankets. (so lucky we both brought a blanket each). We huddled there for about an hour, while we regained some body warmth and the rain eased off.
It is such a gross feeling putting on cold we clothes again, but we had too, so we did, the rain had stopped but now there was a new force at work in the atmosphere, and that was wind, so the wind blew against our wet cold clothes making us quite cold.
Eventually we warmed up as we picked up our pace again and powered onto forrestway.
Turning onto forrestwy was a very nice feeling and the road was very smooth, although quite long it wasn’t to hard because it was so smooth. My legs where very sore, and my right foot had a cramp in it.
We made it to jo’s house at about 4:10am and she came out and we played some frisbee in the street then we decided that we should no go on and just stay there and sleep.
Jo gave us some warm clothes and sheets and blankets and stuff and we went to bed in james’s room.
I’m glad we didn’t go on to dee why cause we would have died of hypothermia. It began to rain just after we got inside jo’s house, and neither of us wanted to get we again.
Then this morning we got up at 11 and went and chatted to Barbs for a while and she drove us to Chatswood station, good old Barbs we love Barbs. Then it was some hungry jacks then the train home.
At Hornsby I decided to scooter home from the station only my shoes where in my bag because they where wet. Bare foot scootering worked until I needed to brake, then I burnt my foot trying to brake, I got off folded my scooter and walked home.

Now the blogging is out of the way I think its time for a shower and some fresh clothes,