american pie
Life in Chi-town (a moniker I think is extremely stupid) is going fine.
Except for one small thing, the guy I'm here to help out is not paying any attention to me, and is working on a completely different project. I just said to him "you realize I'm leaving in 2 days, right?"
Whatever. His loss.
I took my BMW to the dealer before I left, and the mechanic there didn't think he heard anything wrong, but I insisted he check the valves, mostly because I had already hauled it all the way up there.
When I got here, I rode Mark's R1150RT
for comparison, and I have to say, the noise is somewhat present in his engine too, so maybe it's not such a big deal. But mine is definately louder, so I want it fixed.
My eyebrows are bugging me. I can't stop rubbing them, and I think they're too bushy anyway. I'm considering shaving them off completely. Then maybe I'll be like those women that just paint them on. Or just nothing. It will make me unique.