The Day, the Helmet Died.
Today was the best of days... But it was the blurst of days.
I've been doing a website for Orange Grips' mum for their house in Pemberton and I'd requested this statue in particular for payment. It was a good deal all round, I got practice with css and xhtml, she got a website, and I got a silver plated Buddha statue. I actually went for a white tara statue instead, which was nicer but a tad more expensive. But I digress!
OG cycled around my house, back to his place, boarded the Datsunbelievable and went to Fremantle. We got the statue and came home... SO!
We start to pack up the car to drive me, Tara and Sockettes bmx home (as mine has a, shall we say, insufficient tube at the moment). We start to reverse the DATSUNBELIEVABLE and we hear the most god-frigging-awful noise.
We thought we'd run over his Dad's super FlyMo but were horrified to see that Jigme's Bell full face helmet was in a state of utter wtfpwnedness. The car had not only backed onto it (the engine, not the wheels) but it had dragged it 3 meters backwards, then 3 meters forwards and the entire weight of the car was now upon it.
As per ususal, I have spectacular avant garde photographic evidence to
back up the most recent bmx safari escapade.
Enjoy... And we'll catch you next time.
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