typical? maybe not. but had I not been exactly where I was exactly when I was I would have missed it all – I’m definitely taking it to mean I’m doing something right ; )
saturday, not only do I get an eyeful of machine heaven as the dakar series budapest-romania warms up at the end of my street, I’m treated to twenty minutes of overhead stunt flying – barrell rolls right on the deck, vertical stalls swept seamlessly into laws-of-physics-defying acrobatics… in a turboprop!
sunday morning, start of the dakar series budapest-romania central europe rally. didn’t see any ‘71 vw beetles, but felt a six year old at christmas all the same ; ) (really want to know why the toyotas had exhaust vents pointed directly into the navigator’s window…). must have picked the right spot, cause the bikes and quads all chose the corner I perched on to pull celebration wheelies
sunday afternoon. heading home, waiting for a bus on damjanich, 16 men and women on horseback randomly pass by
out the bus window towards the north end of city park I spot tents and crowds and hop off to see what’s up. thinking it must be critical mass (bicycle event) related, as that starts somewhere at 4, but the sudden sound of machine guns shoves that idea right out my head. an unmistakeable roar fills the air and I look up to spot 4 guys standing on the outside rails of a police helicopter. it circles directly above me once then veers left to drop them right into the middle of the crowd.
some days, life is just perfect.