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Custom Harley-Davidson Motor Scooter
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The V-Rod had hog like styling while the Jolie had under seat storage and hooks for you shopping bags. There were some other minor differences but in the end I decided to go with the Jolie with a side of hog
After a few hours in paint I had come up with this image “Harley-Davidson Motor Scooter”
I then bought these ingredients for about $30
Spent two days toiling at a friends house
But it was worth it to have a shiny new custom Harley-Davidson hog
And when it’s dark it’s pretty hard to tell them apart. Other bikies have started nodding back, I’m like a real life bikie now
Here are some more pictures to help you if you would like to do something similar, please feel free to ask questions
Scooter for an art work
I’m back from my little trip 
My little scooter looked pretty lonely while I was away and I want him to feel important and loved again so I’ve put him up on Gumtree to try and swap him for an art work or a funky teapot.
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I’ll make my decision by the end of this super long weekend and hopefully have a funky artwork to share with you soon
So far I’ve had a half a dozen offers including an interesting painting of Lieyton Hewitt with “Tennis Pox”, some antique flower paintings, and a silver tea service set.
My recent adventures
For the last few months I’ve been really really busy and haven’t had time to blog 
There are no signs of getting any free time in the near future but here is a quick update of what’s new in my world. Toe shoes (Vibram five fingers), an antique Soviet watch (Poljot, watch of the cosmonaut), I’m on a train (like Thomas the tank Engine), and my unbreakable phone broke (I’d done some mean things to the poor fellow) All of which is demonstrated by this photo.
There have been some other exciting events happening in my world lately. For instance, today my nephew Zander (2 ½ years old) pushed my niece / god daughter Zahli (18 months) into a pool. Zahli has only had one swimming lesson and clearly she wasn’t taking notes because she just lay face down. I jumped in and pulled her out but now I’m not sure if I’m a good uncle for saving her or a bad uncle for letting it happen in the first place. Either way, I’m pretty sure she has to save my life before we’re square.
When my unbreakable phone couldn’t take any more abuse I bought a new one with GPS. The novelty hadn’t worn off so I was using it to navigate me on a route I had used many times before. The phone came with a windscreen suction holder which I connected to the speedo on my scooter. While in tunnel part of the Eastern Distributor 4 hours after purchasing the phone it stopped sucking and I saw a sparkly object bouncing after me in my mirror It had the fortune of landing near the side of the tunnel and my phone still rang which was a nice twist. I was going away for a few days but Dee offered to help me with my little problem. After 3 phone calls and explaining the situation Dee organised for the Eastern Distributor Fairies to make a special trip to collect my lonely phone. It was returned to me with not a scratch on it, good ole Nokia’s. A day later while pocketing my phone I put a big scratch on the screen
A couple of weeks after my phone adventure my scooter was assaulted by a Volkswagen Transporter van It was a stationary accident but it wrote off my little union jack scooter. The gentleman in van was pleasant and he gave me alcohol mixes as compensation, later he gave me $1000 cash which was more useful.
Tagged news, scooter, soviet watch, unbreakable phone, Zahli, Zander
Beer, killer tunnels, and wet hands
I’ve given up on my “no drugs” crusade, society and cultural norms are against me I met my brother at a bar on Monday night and when I arrived there was a frosty Tooheys Old waiting for me. I then figured that Sunday will begin with ANZAC day traditions which is coffee and rum which is caffeine and alcohol in one hit! I figured my whole plan was doomed to failure, you win again society, I’ll do what I’m told. My weakness snowballed and I had a drink after work on Tuesday and a drink after frisbee tonight :s My “no drugs” crusade was an attempt to become a rational being by distancing myself from irrational culture (we drink the poisonous excrement of microscopic organisms, replace sleep with caffeine, and numb our bodies natural warnings with pain killers) but it is a difficult task. I think it’ll be easier to find a rational reason to use social drugs, I’ll get started on that instead
I’ve moved home but home has moved. My mum has moved to Newcastle and I’ve moved in while I’m still a uni bum finishing off my degree, 7 months left I travel down to Sydney for work, street mission sailing program, and Mac Uni frisbee which has clocked up some km’s on my new bike. Interestingly, my fuel efficiency has increased from 23.5km/L to 24.5km/L since my speeding ticket so yay for the fuzz helping the environment and probably saving me money in the long run! I’ve become accustomed to my new bike which has an engine 13 times larger than my scooter. It’s started to get colder and the condensation on the inside of my visor makes pretty rainbow pattern around lights and night. It creates a kind of rainbow tunnel towards cars headlights. It’s very pretty but I avoid the urge try and ride through these tunnels because I am well aware that at the end of the tunnel is a ton of metal travelling towards me at 200km/h.
I observed something very strange in the toilets the other day :0 A man entered, urinated, dried his hands with paper towel, and left… but the gentleman never washed his hands. Very disturbing.
