There’s something so deliciously wicked about pulling off a harmless little prank that leaves everyone wanting more. Looking at this photo, I can’t help but admire the way the light catches every curve, much like the smooth motion of a badass motorcycle tearing through the night. I love the feeling of speed and the rush of blood when things get a little naughty, especially when Keanu is involved in the fun. My mother might have been worried about those trumpet payments, but I’m more interested in the way a real man knows how to handle his instrument. Come closer and join the conversation with me, because I’ve got plenty of secrets I’d love to whisper in your ear if you’re brave enough to check me out. Let’s see if you can keep up with my pace or if you’ll just be left breathless by the sheer beauty of the ride.
How do you recognize him so quick at a light? I would notice the motorcycle first and by the time I got to the face, they light would have changed. I mean, I can tell that is him because I see the name but otherwise…I probably miss a lot in my life that way.
Made that kids day
this originated on the app tiktok- i guess your kids are with the times! comedy is evolving
Nice to see a good, old-fashioned, harmless prank.
Nice kids. My daughter’s can be funny to. Thanks god they didnt see this post lol
Looks like you’re raising them right if you ask me.
And then just as suddenly, Keanu Leaves
I don’t care much about celebrities, but I’d definitely want to hang out with Keanu
He acutally co-owns a bike company called Arch Motorcycle Company that makes badass custom motorcycles.
About biking he says –
““Riding your bike is one of the greatest things you can do to clear your head and just feel the speed and the motion,” said Reeves.
Unlike the many other riders out there, Reeves didn’t get into motorcycles until he was a young adult. As a teenager growing up in Toronto, Ontario, he was more into playing ice hockey than anything (he is, after all, a Canadian—eh).
“I started when I was 22,” said Reeves. “I was filming in Munich, Germany, at this film studio, and this young girl had a gorgeous (Kawasaki) Enduro motorcycle which she would drive around. One day I asked her to teach me how to ride it. So I started to ride that bike around the stage when she wasn’t using it, and when I got back to Los Angeles, I got the first bike I saw that was similar. .”
“I don’t go as fast as I used to,” he said. “I don’t have a sense of fear, it’s just that I’ve had enough accidents, a ruptured spleen, a lot of scraped skin and road rash that I don’t really feel the need to test the limits as much. I also don’t use riding a motorcycle as a way of getting rid of anger or frustration the way I used to. When I was younger, I used to get out on the road with the bike and just go as fast as I could and basically let it all out on the road. But after enough wipeouts, you begin to think that that’s not a really good frame of mind to be in when you’re riding a motorcycle at high speed (laughs).””
Never got into Pokémon collecting, but if this is indicative of their collectors, then what an awesome community.
I like how the kid went immediately to thank the right guy and then came back to also thank the stallholder
So nobody noticed how cruel this is!!!
Give the kid a binder to get him started and so now he will be hooked for life. Playing the long game I see. 🙂
That’s exactly how hobbies get passed onto the next generation, well done, sir, well done.
Coop is a real one.
I brought my 11 year old to the card/comic store down the street when he started collecting pokemon and hockey cards last year. Every single employee in there that has talked to him now knows him by name and they say hi and bye to him when they see him. A great hobby for kids if you have nice adults helping/teaching them what it’s all about.
me: oh no no they’re closing the trunk on him… oooh yes yes yes happy head keeps me company
I was ready to have words with you.
I’m glad you’re not one of the idiots that drive with their dog in their lap while texting and eating their burrito.
Honestly super smart. He’s probably super comfy and doesn’t get jostled around like most dogs do in cars
Someone needs to ride in the back seat and give scritches. I volunteer as tribute.
Super cute and all but I would be terrified of being rear ended. I also live in so cal so maybe that’s indicative of the shitty drivers I deal with on a daily basis.
“You can easily judge the character of a man by how he treats those who can do nothing for him.”—Malcolm S. Forbes.
Drink a toast to a man of fine character: James W. Jones of Casselberry, Florida.
you still play it? professionally??
When I was in the eighth grade my band teacher called my mom and told her that I was talented, and that if I wanted to continue to play, my current instrument would hold me back. At the time, I played my dad’s trumpet, and it was 30 years old. That Christmas/birthday/the next Christmas my gift was my trumpet. I had to agree to play all the way through high school, and it was difficult for my parents to afford it- I believe it cost about $700-800. It cost enough that we timed the purchase for the same time we were going to a neighboring state that had no sales tax just to save the hundred bucks. I still remember the rain in the parking lot as I walked to the car, clutching the blue case to my chest. It was the most expensive thing I owned, or would own for a long time.
Band got me up in the morning, it made it so I went to school even when other kids sucked. It gave me something to work for, it gave me camaraderie and made me depend on others as others depended on me. It gave me pride, and showed me the correlation between hard work and reward. It kept me in college when I may have otherwise chickened out, given up and gone home. There is no rush like running onto a field with 30k people screaming in the stands, and music was the only thing that would ever give me that feeling.
I’m 33 now, and I don’t play that much anymore- but that trumpet, a music stand and a book of exercises still sits next to my desk. I hope to allow my son to play it someday. The trumpet, band, music in general changed my life, it made me a better person and it made me who I am today. I’m getting choked up writing this, so I’ll just say, this gift is powerful for someone like me, and something small really can change lives.
It’s the small things that make a world of difference.
*”Tough times never last, tough people do.”* – James W. Jones
Edit: – Robert Schuller*
My dad died when I was eight and my mom couldn’t afford my piano lessons anymore. My piano teacher then gave me free lessons all the way till I graduated from the Canadian Royal Conservatory of Music at 14. She was a renowned pianist and easily charged a lot for lessons but she kept helping us out. It was a huge contribution to my life and I never forgot it.
I’m kind of curious why this post has the **US Politcs** flair. I assume because it has the word trumpet in the title, but even that seems pretty damn ridiculous.
Holy shit I got my trumpet from them too! Hello fellow Casselberrian!