After a proposed meeting was canceled my plan "B" for the night was to ride out to Eastwood with Dante. I had no idea what I was running into tonight but it was a considerable distance from work that I figured it would be a good excuse for a ride after all. Haven't had dinner yet so Whistle Stop along Jupitah, Makati was a welcome treat for dinner. Thanks man :)
I had a blast hurdling through thick and thin traffic. Brutus enjoyed himself, yeah! Eastwood, Libis is in the heart of Quezon "traffic" City. I don't know any place where everything yuppie would be shoved into one compact space in the whole of metro, or maybe I just need to go out more. Finding a place to park was a chore in itself, but the place is littered with micro mini babes and crowds of the elite (so who was I to mind?), as only one would expect from the guys who threw the party. Personally, I'd prefer a rowdy band with stage diving and a mosh pit to boot. But.. as long as I'm here might as well eh? The only consolation I had was that my sleeve blends well with the tattooed crowd.
Chock one up for the local boys of Lucky Monkey. Kawasaki KZ750 with no registration, chopped dropped and inlayed with brass and embellished with Brass Agimats( Filipino protection amulets) . Custom touches such as the jeepney fender 4.5 liter gas tank, old Ducati handgrips, old Gilera seat, a discarded Avon white side wall. It's bizarre and beautiful at the same time.