He's so hardcore, physics doesn't apply to him. Gravity is but a mere myth to him!
And yes, I know it's a catchy tune. So in case you're in the mood to embarass yourselves, here are the lyrics!
julio valiente! valiente... julio valiente! 2x
ito ang kasaysayan na nangyari noon aming naaalala mapahanggang ngaun ang bayang san basilio kahit na kay liit bawat dampa'y may taong sadyang mababait
julio valiente! 3x valiente valiente aaaaahhhh
ngunit saang mangdako may ahas din pala mga taksil na taong mapagsamantala isang julio valiente sadyang mapagmahal ang nagtanggol sa bayan tuwing may mangangamkam
julio valiente makisig matapang sanay sa pag gamit ng gulok at punyal sya'y tunay na bayaning mahirap makalaban at kahit sa baril man mahusay ang kamay
maging ang kalaban ay napakarami wala ring panalo at hindi mag wawagi hanggang may san basilio ay may isang valiente nagtatanggol sa bayan kung may umaapi
With Halloween just around the corner, a whole slew of kiddie costume kits have already emerged at our local Dollar store.
But this caught my eye. Looks like a Spartan's helmet! Kids are gonna wear this? Will their folks even let them? I gotta say you'd have to be one buff 6 year-old to look the part. I can already see it. Lil' kids kicking other kids into open manholes, or ditches while screaming "THIS IS SPAAARRRTAAAHHH!!!" It didn't have a box, or instructions. Hell, it was missing a cape, shield, and a spear, too.
Ran into Jeff, an old college buddy of mine yesterday. I've never had the chance to hang out with him since I've moved here. He was cleaning his Ducati. Dunno what type it was. Sounded Italian. So after exchanging greetings and small talk, we started ogling at each other's bikes. Each of us admiring every detail and commending each other. He looked sad though. Turns out he was selling it that day. I then suggested a quick ride with him around the village. He agreed... And left me in the dirt. It was so funny. It's like I was going backwards. That Duc's as quick as it's noisy. To the uninitiated, the dry clutch gives the impression that it's about to explode, or that there's a foreign object bouncing around in the engine. While we were idling at the stoplight going to Petron, we could barely hear each other. But we were making a pretty catchy beat. His "clickity-clackity", alongside my "bagada-bagada-bag-bag". It was hilarious.
Now THAT'S a racebike. The paintjob looks costly. For the life of me, I cannot recall why I loved riding in this position. Jeff's Duc next to his Swift. I know the bike's cool, and all, but check out that grass! That looks like golfcourse grass! Farewell Italian Stallion. You will be missed...