Lance does some decent videography for a young guy with
other distractions. I have messed with it a bit, but nothing
as elaborate as what is shown here. My moped video is all
'raw', taken directly off the Itouch strapped between the
front handlebars of my Tomos Quadro. Here's a twenty
minute run from Glanerburg to Enschede (Holland) I did
Here's my attempt at a more polished video presentation.
It's a compilation of pictures from an earlier trip to
Amsterdam that I took with my wife. I used an old Simon
and Garfunkel song in the background. There's a shot of
me laying in the hotel bed with breakfast on my lap
(somewhere about the middle of the video). I had just
survived one of the most drugged-out nights in my life.
There was the usual partaking of the most delicious of
Holland's green, which in and of itself has rendered
many an American tourist in a state of stupor (or worse).
As for me, I had no trouble keeping the Earth from
spinning even when choking down prodigious amounts of
same, so long as I maintained the good sense not to bring
Jack (Daniels e.g.) along for the party. You don't want to
mix a hard drug like alcohol with a soft one like pot.
You'll end up getting stupid and it'll give the pot a bad
When my wife offered me an antihistamine to help stave
off what appeared to be an oncoming cold, I gladly
accepted. About an hour later, riding the city rail, I had a
panic attack of epic proportion as my temperature soared
and I started to sweat profusely. I barely made it off the
tram before sprawling out nearly unconscious on the
sidewalk of a busy Amsterdam intersection. I ripped off
my jacket to catch the chilly blast of the evening air as my
wife cradled me, using her hand to squeegee the sweat out
of my hair. She was mumbling about calling an
ambulance because she thought I might be dying. I
assured her that I wasn't dying, although it was plainly
evident that I could not stand up at that moment.
I assured my wife that given a few minutes my recovery
would be sufficient to proceed without institutional
It took about a half an hour for me to regain enough
balance and stability to proceed back to our hotel room,
though I did manage to get myself vertical within about
five minutes of the initial meltdown.
I was still a little wobbly, even as we entered our hotel
room. While fishing around in her purse for something,
my wife let out a huge gasp. It was just then that she
realized it wasn't an antihistamine she had given me
earlier in the evening. It was one of her estrogen hormone
Somehow, I survived my encounter with forced
femininity. A man with lesser gonads might have
raced for an immediate sex change? I dunno.
What I do know is that I have to be in a very
small subset of males who have actually experienced