Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Evel Lives















In Utah. In me.

I have decided to take the mantle thrust upon me by the drivers of Utah. Though I did not seek this nomination, I will accept it.

For the second time in 6 weeks, a truck attacked me on I-80. This time, my improved stunt-driving skills came in handy, as I avoided contact with any objects, through ice and snow, successfully avoided heading into oncoming traffic (though I did make half way onto the shoulder of said approaching vehicles before the wheels grabbed), and landed safely in the salty, half-frozen Utah mud at the bottom of the divided highway. No one was injured, and I am very excited by the chance to deal with insurance companies again.

If I could only get a couple ramps set up at the edge of all these highways out here; I could catch some righteous air!

Hope you're all well; I am! Can't wait to see you all and get back to the safety of Chicago streets during the holydaze!!

8 comments:

Alvy said...

What's up, no drive?

The Hitmaker said...

Holy Biche! This is scary stuff. Did your ride get damageded? I'll call you up later to discuss....

Tony B. said...

For godsakes man! Your next car needs to be some german luxo-barge with brakes the size of manhole covers.

Be safe, man!

Jimmy Swingset said...

pussy

Shanghai Shecky said...

might it be best at this point to 'outsource' your driving to an 11 yr. old from a 3rd world country (or a Mormon commune)?

The DevelopHer said...

That picture makes you look kind of retarded - in a good happy-to-be-part-of-the-olympics way

The Hitmaker said...

Definitely hire a 15-year-old Mormon girl to be your driver. Or one of those birds from Finn's...

Biche said...

I think I just need to wear their super-magical underwear. Protects them from harm and insurance rate increases.