Brammo Blog : i am no longer a God… :(

19 07 2012

Blog 19: And a Great Sadness has befallen the House of Gavin.

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I have heard the words that have caused me to fall Icarus-like to the ground…”No.”

Is there any word so vile in the human language?

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Background: Ever since riding this Electric Motorcycle, it seemed as though nobody ever said “No” to me. “Can I charge here?” “Sure.” “Can I park here?” “Why Not?” “Can I park in front of your Train? In your Bar? Etc”  “Of Course you can!”

Until just the other day.

Went to the Hotel Parq Central, a new and mildly trendy Hotel/Bar that was once a Mental Hospital. Kinda cool, a bit creepy. The rooms still have the thick hospital doors and other aspects of the Mental Hospital intact. And on the roof is the Apothecary Bar. A really nice place with a great view of the city.

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Bar on roof…notice balloons to the far side…comes into play later.

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So the wife and I, and my brother and his wife, stop at the Hotel around sunset…because the sunset is very nice from the roof. We have a “refreshment” and a nice time chatting…

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The Helmet is letting us know where we are at all times…it is very helpful that way.

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And, practicing my God Like powers (see blog 11), I go over to the reserved area where there is a surprise birthday party getting underway and ask them if I can get a nice photo of them holding the balloons in front of the sunset. “YES”. So at that point I have not fallen….

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I ask, people do…crazy…but cool…

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And then I get a thought in my head…an insane thought…I think, “You know what would make that photo look better? An ELECTRIC MOTORCYCLE in it!” And in my head I picture:

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So I head back to the table…my God-Like power still intact…I ask the wife, “How are you doing?” And get this look:

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So I’m feeling all is good in the world and decide to go with my crazy thought.^^

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I go inside the bar to ask our server (a great young lady who stops to compare tattoos with my brother’s wife. “I love your squirrel” could have more than one meaning I guess, but we assume it is about my sister-in-law’s shoulder tattoo), “Is there somebody in charge here tonight?” “Yep. We have two managers here tonight and they are right over there,” she said pointing to a table across the room where two men are sitting; one about my age, one about 30.

So I walk over and ask, “I know this is a bit usual, but I have an Electric Motorcycle downstairs and I wondered if I could bring it up on the roof to get some sunset photos of it. There is no gas or oil and it is very clean with no motorcycle smell. Here is a photo of it inside the Bar at Ska Brewing.” I had the photo up on my iPhone ready to show them.

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reminder photo of Enertia inside Ska Brewing

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I notice the young guy looking at the phone and looks about to say yes, but the older guy is shaking his head. “We can’t let it on the elevator. The Fire Marshall would have a fit,” says the old guy. Young guy looks over at him and slowly agrees. Damn…if only the young guy had been there alone, I know he would have said yes. Old Guy, “Now if it was the first floor, no problem, but not the roof.”

And it was at that moment that the wax melted from my wings and I plummeted to Earth. Broken, flawed…human again with all the pain and shame and hollow spaces inside. To have flown so high, only to crash so hard….eh, or something less dramatic…it was just a small “no” to an insane question. It was still a lovely night….

But then my second shame…

I had brought my helmet cam and taken a few nice videos of us heading to Hotel Parq Central…and a great sunset video leaving the Hotel and heading through the Campus and Knob Hill area…

I proceeded to download them and then, WRONGLY, thought I had them up on YouTube. So I then threw the videos away AND emptied the trash**. The next morning I was not able to find the videos online and freaked out. I then spend 99 bucks downloading a “trash recovery” program and found “some” of the videos…but they are all corrupted and useless….

So the Gods did not think it was enough to take away my “Yes” power, but also saw fit to take my videos too….and thus the great age of sadness was born…

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And I thought yesterday’s Photoshop was terrifying…This has to be the most Homo-Erotic image of Icarus ever made…”not that there is anything wrong with that”

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Who knows how long this Age of Sadness will reign. Hopefully only til Sunday when I hope to recreate the sunset video….If I do, I will update….

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I was able to take a screen grab of the corrupted files…but no video.

1st: Leaving Hotel Parq Central. The Mental Hospital had 3 buildings: The Main Hospital, a smaller back area that might have been for staff, and a third very small mystery building with a large chimney. Probably a laundry building, but I tell everybody it is where they burned the dead.

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The sky was a nice color at that time…sigh, was probably my first “good” helmet video.

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2nd: I can grab one still image from the ride through Knob Hill at dusk. Also a nice video ruined. Just because I said I was a God and I get punished?? What’s up with that?

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Till Next Time…

Gavin

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ps…next week is the StreetFest…but you don’t have to wait till then to buy a raffle ticket to win a Scooter or Fixie…Buy one NOW!…or buy many.

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**I don’t usually empty the trash so fast, and won’t again, but I was on my wife’s Mac Air laptop and it only has 64 gigs and she doesn’t like me to clutter it up with my large video files…So the moral of the story is that Gavin needs to go buy his own laptop 🙂

^^The wife is gonna kill me for putting that photo online.

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