At the precipice

It was born as an idea in some small corner of my small mind with the simple thought: "I love riding motorcycles, and I've always wanted to go to Europe, so why not put the two together?"

So, the day has come. Tomorrow, I'll be riding a motorcycle from London to Folkestone and taking a ferry across the channel to Calais.

The original plan was to be on the road on May 3rd, but some adjustments were required simply out of necessity. For one, it turns out that May 2nd is May Day here in jolly old England. My friend described it to me as the day where people dance around poles. At first I was amazed that a country would dedicate a day to pole dancing and I instantly gained a new respect for this country. Picture my disappointment when I started throwing £1 coins at the dancers and they didn't appreciate it. Also, making it rain is not cheap in the UK, because the conversion rate is terrible.

Right. Moving along, then.

The last few days have been largely uneventful, and  I started to recap the events, but they are barely entertaining to read, let alone write.

There is one thing I'd like to share, though. Go ahead, click on it. That's my toothbrush in the toilet. I can't make a freethrow if I wanted to, but I can nail a toilet with a toothbrush from 20 feet away. I'm like Janikowski with that shit. I do have a new toothbrush now. No, I didn't go after it. Yes, the hotel maids hate me.

I promise to only write about interesting stuff, if you promise to read.