I graduated from J.J. Pearce High School in Richardson, Texas (a suburb of, you guessed it, Dallas) in '95. I don't know what number I was in my class, nor do I care. I didn't even walk across the stage during the graduation ceremony; I sat in the audience with some friends and went to the school later to get my diploma. I am currently attending DeVry in Irving because I am serious about success (how pathetic are those comercials??). Just kidding- I am actually serious about getting a degree and getting the hell out of school never to return. I am supposed to graduate in October of 2000. We'll see what we'll see, I guess. I am in the telecommunications industry that is booming in Dallas- I grew up seeing Nortel, MCI, Fujitsu, Alcatel, DSC (Alcatel and DSC are now one and the same), and many other companies expand their campuses until everywhere you look you see a high tech company building of some sort.
I like cars. I know that seems like a really simplistic
statement, but I'd say that about covers it. Actually, let me be more specific-
I like to go fast. Some would say that motorcycles are a better way to
go fast than cars are. I certainly can't argue with motorcycles' performance
numbers; then when you take into account how little a fast bike costs when
compared to a fast car, there really is no comparison. The bike is MUCH
cheaper. On the other hand, I am just not comfortable enough on a bike
to justify riding one everyday, much less a performance bike. Much less
hauling ass. Perhaps sometime after I get out of school- ya know, take
a riding course, buy a little street fighter bike, and have some fun. Until
then, cars (and trucks) it is. I spend a good portion of my free time working
on cars. Between my truck and my friend's cars, I spend quite a bit of
time under a hood. I've certainly taken more than one nap under a motor-
you wouldn't think that a concrete driveway would be a comfortable place
to sleep, but I am here to tell you, ladies and gentlemen- it can be downright
cozy all crawled up under a car, in the shade, nice block of wood to rest
your head on... If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go crawl under my truck
and take a nap.
...And
now- the moment that no one has been waiting for... my
pic
Just for giggles, if you are overly curious, I have linked Shane's page, Bridger's page, and Rob's page. Shane is an aspiring photojournalism major (I don't know why; photojournalism chicks are pretty ugly in my experience- but then again so are most telecom women) with assorted stuff on his sight, including a small section dedicated to his now wounded Honda CB1 motorcycle. Bridger is probably my most mechanically inclined friend- his automotive knowledge is astounding. If you are a hot chick, send Bridger some email- he's recently single, and lonely. Rob is... well, Rob. One of those guys that kinda defies description- his head looks like a squash, but he's really smart and likes to argue. If you have some spare time on your hands, drop him an email and tell him that hypereutectic pistons won't hold up under boost. Even if you don't know what that means, email him and tell him. He'll love it. These are my only friends who have websites- the rest of them are either too lazy to put up a site or too illiterate to know how to work a computer.
For more laughs, click here to read some stories about some of the stuff my friends and I have done. Some of it will seem pretty unbelievable, but I swear by all that is holy, every bit of it is true.