Last night Pi Silk took me to a Thai fair. There, for 75 cents I watched a seventeen year old ride a motorcycle around the vertical walls of a cylindrical tank. As he was riding around (necessarily quite fast), he swung his one leg over the bike, so that he was sitting side saddle. He then took his hands off the handlebars and spread his arms like he was flying. He several times turned himself towards the rim of the tank and turned back down just in time to avoid flying over the lip to his death. Wow.
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Today I hopped on (the back of) a motorcycle to go with two friends to the park to exercise. The plan was to lift weights. The weights in the park had a sign saying that the weights were for members only. Upon inquiry this simply meant you had to call a phone number and make a donation. Nonetheless, we decided not to become members. It was about 6:00. (At 6:00 pm I think every park everywhere in this country plus a few shopping centers have aerobic dance.) We decided to attend the aerobic dance. It is hard to keep both the legs and arms doing the same thing as the leader. After 45 minutes we decided to call it a night, leaving over a hundred others to continue the ritual without us.
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On the way back I was again seated behind someone on a motorcycle. We were following a guy riding solo. As we were weaving in and out of cars stopped at a red light, we had trouble keeping pace with the guy riding solo. We were a little bit bulkier. At one point my ankle clipped a parked motorcycle. The end.
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