The inside of the race van...road tripping in comfort and style.

         

What you can't see is all the insulation that makes it dead quiet while going down the road....There's no decal on the side of the van...yet.

 


Prank Wars....Here's the score...

Me

Eric

4.5

4

 

Eric Peterson and I have been pranking each other for a few days now....it all started when I walked into his room and slapped him with a handful of shaving cream.....He promptly got me back the same way. (1 point for each of us)

Next, he got a bucket of ice cold water thrown on him in the shower. (1 for me)

After that he wedged my door which took me a while to get out. (1 for him)

The next night I get back to my room and my furniture is gone.....it was all in the elevator. (1 for him)

At this point, you have to move to a new level..... (1 for me)

So my pants disappeared like on Wednesday, Eric thought he got all pair, I managed to find 3 yet in my room.  However, my NDSU ID is in one of the pairs of pants, and I am still unable to eat at dining centers :( (1 for him)

I'm going to give myself .5 for putting kool-aid in his shower towel, he found it in time, but he still had a little blue on him.

On one of the days, I put a big raw fish inside his heater....I wanted to put it in there over a weekend, but his room stunk like fish for a day or so. (1 for me)

 


The bastards thought they could get me.....

Friday night we decided to go have some fun.....so Jeff, Ryan, Ryan, and I grab my video camera to go out and harass people.  While driving throught the party section of Moorhead I look back, sure enough there's a cop behind me.  Immediatly the lights come on.  Here's how it goes.....

Cop - "License and insurance."
Me - "Yeah hold on a second."
"Do you know why I pulled you over?"
"I'm guessing it's the lights under my car."
"Yes, but the main reason is you took that last corner a little wide."
"I did didn't I?"
"Can you step out of the vehicle?"
"Yes sir."
I hand him my license, he looks at it...
"How old are you?"
"20"
"Have you had anything to drink tonight?"
"Nothing."
At this point he takes out his flashlight and shines it into my eyes...
"Your eyes are a little bloodshot."
"I bet they are."
"Look, you know you're 20, I know you're 20, things will be a lot easier if you're honest with me."
"Okay."
"Have you had anything to drink tonight?"
"Nope." (he's like 'whatever, punk ass liar kid')
"Chris, go get the CCG." (or whatever the breathilizer is called, I don't remember)
I look back and see theres 2 cop cars, 4 cops outside around my car.  I'm thinking haha suckers I'm wasting your time.
The cop gets his CCG gets it out and explains it....
"Okay, blow into this tube until I tell you to stop."
"Sweet."
I get done he looks at his CCG and the look on his face was like.....Son of a bitch he was telling the truth.
"Ok, you can get back into your car."
He goes and gets my ID, asks me if I can turn the lights under my car off....
"Sure."  'Click' 'Click'
"Ok, here's your ID."
And I drive away.

 


Shit happens. 

Unfortunately, Mike at Mikey MX has had a difficult season.  His first ride while he was at home over Easter left him with his new custom painted helmet from CustomSTD's severely scratched up.  Following that incident was a trip to the ER room...our poor hero suffered from a concussion which left him confused for several days.

He was very excited for his next opportunity to ride, being the very day he got home from college for the summer.  When he got home, Jon from JonnyMX was just returning from the track after putting on Mike's professionally done suspension.  Our hero seen that, went to put his gear on, hopped on the bike and went up to the track.  His tragic flaw was on that fateful day, he didn't check to see if the gas was on....assuming Jonathan left it on after getting back (Who turns the gas off between rides anyway?).   Mike got up to the track, made it roughly 1/10 of a lap when he got on the gas going up the face of a jump to clear a double.  His motorcycle decided this was the perfect opportunity to run out of gas.  This sent poor Mike into an endo, promptly pitching him over his bars.  Shortly after that his motorcycle seen Mike on the ground and revengefully flipped onto him, getting him back for making the machine run out of gas.  The next thing our hero remembers is having the wind knocked out of him worse than he ever remembers, and feeling beat to a bloody pulp.  This earned him a broken helmet which he only got to wear twice (with an excellent paint job from CustomSTD's) and a broken arm.  Once again Mike was confused after conveniently placing his head between the ground and his falling bike.  After visiting the doctor, he learned his radius was in 4 splinters and he needed a plate in his arm to hold it together.  A three inch plate and seven screws fixed that problem. However, Mike still has to wait for three months to race again. 

The result:       

The lesson:  Check gas, don't let bike fall on self.