This is a bike I rode from Mississippi to Orlando and back six or so years ago. Sold it to a friend after the trip and went west to Portland. Recently moved back and was shocked to find that he still had it and being the nice guy he is he sold it back for what I could give him. Tried to ride to Miami, but found myself giving up only as far as Fort Walton Beach. Rode back. Tried again to get out of Mississippi and rode via hwy-90 to Corona lockdown New Orleans. Spent the days riding around sweating and feeling to worn out from riding around and sweating to skateboard at the skatepark which was the only reason what for I even went. Found a schoolbus at a closed catholic school in city park to sleep in at night. Rode in just after dark and put all my stuff on the bus and put the bike under the bus. Slept across the row of seats straight as a board. God it was hot. After a couple days of that I realised it wasn't workin out and when I stopped lying to my poor mother about how well it was going and how the girl I knew in town was letting me crash on her porch, she drove her seventy year old derriere the two hours from biloxi and thats when I finally opened up a bit about how I'm at a loss for how to keep living after setting myself up to lose so many times. Sure hate askin for a ride, but it sure was nice having mommy come pick me up. This was a good bike back then and it's still a good bike, but it ain't takin me nowhere now. Anyhow, some photos.
