Today for lunch I had my first hamburger after living here. I got a recommendation from a friend to hit up this place that has "sasebo" style burgers.
I'm now on a mission to find a GOOD hamburger in my area. This burger I ate was GROSS. I wont even describe it to you, the horror would be too great. If I can't find a good burger joint in my area before I come back to visit the states.. I'm going to be eating in-n-out 4 times a day. Woe to the man who tries to stop me.
Getting there was interesting. My predecessor sold me his craptastic bicycle which he described as "really awesome and wish I could take it with me". The thing is a giant rust bucket. The kickstand would not even go up, it was fused together with rust. I had to bend the kickstand frame 90 degrees out, just so I could ride it. Now the kickstand juts out in just the right position that allows it to remove Japanese peoples kneecaps. I'm naming it the kneecapitator.
But you probably don't have much to fear, as it's about as much fun to ride as going to prison and dropping the soap. Besides being a rust bucket, its also a "mama-chari". Which means its a old style bike with no suspension, a basket on the front (quite useful in Japan actually), and small tires on it. It's rickety, it makes your ass sore and whenever I hit a small bump I can hear thousands of my unborn children cry out in anguish. And when I hit a large bump, I feel a great disturbance in the Force, as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced.
I'm buying a mountain bike soon. Real. Soon.
But until then, you Japanese moms may want to send your children out with knee pads.
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