SXSW is over...thank goodness.

That's right, another sxsw has come and gone, leaving behind the usual mountains of garbage all over Austin. It's funny that now as a local, I find that the festival has lost a bit of it's luster. Perhaps sxsw has in some ways outgrown Austin, but years ago, it seemed to be less congested, less expensive and more fun. I at least remember being able to pay cash to get into a show or two. Also, the drunken show goers that in the past only made me laugh, have now become truly irritating. Specifically, because one of them either kicked over or backed their truck into my beautiful cb750 on saturday night. The mighty 750 fell sometime between 2 and 9 am without a single witness having seen the tragedy. After questioning my neighbors at the apartment complex, one thing all of the stoners can agree on, it was a total drag man. Miraculously, the bike came out of this mess with relatively no damage; slightly bent bars, a few scrapes on the exhaust, a destroyed stock rear blinker, a tweaked rear brake lever and a mutilated foot peg. It could have been a lot worse, but boy does it sting.