It is high time you meet the new member of our crew:
Merv.
Aka: The Swervin' Mervin.
Aka: The Swervin' Mervin.
He is extremely old.
Quite the fixer-upper.
& let us tell you that he is quite the charmer.
Everyone wants him
& let us tell you that he is quite the charmer.
Everyone wants him
Needless to say,
We love him whole heartedly.
He does not return the favor.
believe it or not when we say that Merv is the enemy.
A few days ago we were taking Merv out for a nightly stroll.
He had quite the temper tantrum.
He literally broke the chain on us in the middle of a busy street.
The nerve of Merv.
Leaving us for dead.
or at least without transportation.
Through this incident,
We found that Merv is an excellent scooter.
profound at making our legs look like dancers.
& an impeccable ride when pulled behind vehicles.
It was ride none will forget,
that is until as of late.
Merv,
{That fetchin' slade.}
needed some TLC.
We provided him with the best of service in giving him some new chains.
They were,
top notch.
high quality.
The best of the best.
Apparently Merv wanted better,
but he kept it on the down low.
Until we had an extremely rude awakening.
We decided to test out the new chains.
it was raining,
Perfect riding weather if we say so ourselves.
We are cruising the town.
dripping with the rain.
laughing,
living,
finding joy in the company of others who were enjoying the rain as much as us.
We made some friends through passing them about 5 times throughout the ride.
Each time they passed it was an even better sight for them.
natural beauty at its finest.
On the last passing of the night.
We decided to take a detour & venture into the driving range,
where the Swervin' Mervin would prove himself worthy of the tricky figure 8 routine.
This is where we enter the
Scene of the Crime:
We strode into the range with confidence in ourselves as well as in Merv.
Nothing but asphalt in front of us.
Freedom.
We put the pedal to the metal.
Starting to do the timeless drills of the young 16 year old first driving experience.
Starting with the figure 8.
easy.
Pedaling at an even, steady pace we conquer the first turn.
Rounding the second,
Merv decided to get even.
Lets just say that our figure 8 became a figure skate.
He started to hydroplane across the asphalt.
tilting at a dangerous angle.
Nothing would stop gravity at this moment for us.
Not even a gasp came from our mouths as Merv shot across the road.
Along with us shooting the other direction.
Road rash,
gravel,
scrapes,
Blood.
Everywhere.
Right at this moment our new friends drove by.
Laughing,
seeing the entangled girls laying on the ground in pain.
Merv got us good.
It is a constant battle between us.
We are gonna keep him around though.
He definitely brings quality entertainment into our lives.
believe it or not when we say that Merv is the enemy.
A few days ago we were taking Merv out for a nightly stroll.
He had quite the temper tantrum.
He literally broke the chain on us in the middle of a busy street.
The nerve of Merv.
Leaving us for dead.
or at least without transportation.
Through this incident,
We found that Merv is an excellent scooter.
profound at making our legs look like dancers.
& an impeccable ride when pulled behind vehicles.
It was ride none will forget,
that is until as of late.
Merv,
{That fetchin' slade.}
needed some TLC.
We provided him with the best of service in giving him some new chains.
They were,
top notch.
high quality.
The best of the best.
Apparently Merv wanted better,
but he kept it on the down low.
Until we had an extremely rude awakening.
We decided to test out the new chains.
it was raining,
Perfect riding weather if we say so ourselves.
We are cruising the town.
dripping with the rain.
laughing,
living,
finding joy in the company of others who were enjoying the rain as much as us.
We made some friends through passing them about 5 times throughout the ride.
Each time they passed it was an even better sight for them.
natural beauty at its finest.
On the last passing of the night.
We decided to take a detour & venture into the driving range,
where the Swervin' Mervin would prove himself worthy of the tricky figure 8 routine.
This is where we enter the
Scene of the Crime:
We strode into the range with confidence in ourselves as well as in Merv.
Nothing but asphalt in front of us.
Freedom.
We put the pedal to the metal.
Starting to do the timeless drills of the young 16 year old first driving experience.
Starting with the figure 8.
easy.
Pedaling at an even, steady pace we conquer the first turn.
Rounding the second,
Merv decided to get even.
Lets just say that our figure 8 became a figure skate.
He started to hydroplane across the asphalt.
tilting at a dangerous angle.
Nothing would stop gravity at this moment for us.
Not even a gasp came from our mouths as Merv shot across the road.
Along with us shooting the other direction.
Road rash,
gravel,
scrapes,
Blood.
Everywhere.
Right at this moment our new friends drove by.
Laughing,
seeing the entangled girls laying on the ground in pain.
Merv got us good.
It is a constant battle between us.
We are gonna keep him around though.
He definitely brings quality entertainment into our lives.
We are individualists...We do what we want.
(when Merv lets us...)
(when Merv lets us...)
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