I am so my father’s son

So this blog isn’t really about anything important, except for a little bit of fun going on here on my off time.   

 

 

Last night my friend Jake asked me if I wanted to take out the mopeds to travel up the mountain to hang out, maybe get some food, and just talk as we over looked the city.
 “Oh heck yes”

I was well overdue to have an adventure at night, and really just  needed guy time where we could relax, laugh, and process what God has been doing.

To top it all off we would be riding mopeds? ohhhh yeahhhh.

1) My dad has crashed two bikes, both on the first time he ever rode them, but these look so easy. Wow he is pathetic.
2) My friend Sarah got a motorcycle and the first day she went out in shorts and flip flops and crashed it. man she is dumb.
3) I am invincible.

Here in the Philippines construction can happen wherever and whenever they want. Signs are nice, but not a necessity.  I had driven the road before, and knew there would be point that there were massive holes to dodge, but I by no means memorized the road. This joyride story took a turn for the worse when I was about to go up a hill, I was utterly suprised by a giant hole where my moped was about to go.

Sadly, one thing I hadn’t mastered in the first 5 minutes of riding was how to turn quickly to avoid certain death.

Epic music arose, the smoke machine started, and random bullets whizzed past my head from enemies I didn’t even know I had. But as any awesome guy would do, I avoided danger and took my bike into the perfect horizontal 180 spin causing sparks to fly and my body to go spiraling off into the distance just like James Bond except more attractive.

SILENCE.

I turned. My face was covered in the most horrific, enormous, unbelievably large….SMILE.