Motion What?

I had my last ride as the leader of the Apocalypse Ponies last night, and it was fun and bitter sweet. There was 12 of us, and we rode all over Anderson, downtown and our traditional out of town routes, and had a good time. I've left Dane in charge, as he seems to know the most about mopeds, but the outlook appears to be grim for the 30+ mopeds I've brought into the community here and put back on the road. It is difficult to be a leader of a group and try to get people enthusiastic about something you love, and to take ownership and be excited about the process, not just the riding.

We were racing around the cemetery like usual, when a cop pulled in. We all saw him, and I was going to go talk with him, but then everyone else panicked and turned around and headed for the secret exit. I'm not going to be the only one explaining to the cop why we running from him, plus I can out run all of those guys, so I turn and we all dart. We split up and take a confusing way back to my garage, where I see a police car waiting for us. "Crap" I think as we all stop our bikes, and I approach the officer. I walk up to the young cop, and I say "I'm the one who is responsible for this, what's the problem?" The cop looks at me and is silent. My roommate speaks up and says "Actually, thats not true. The police are here because our neighbor was masturbating naked in his window while watching us standing outside."

"Oh. Well, then I retract my statement, officer."

I did get accepted to grad school. So now, I have to figure out if I can afford it. Seattle might have to wait a year, but I want to be there, so we will see what I can make happen.