Commentary on my moto abilities

PS in advance: I lost the below-mentioned race and so I am posting this morning. This was mostly written last night...
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So, I am in a race against time. I was about to head to bed... took my Ambien, etc. and decided JUST FOR THE HECK OF IT, to check and see if there was internet. Ta Dah!!! There is. Finally.

So, I wanted to fire off a quick post and I have the perfect story. However, I have to hope I get it down before the Ambien kicks in... just a word of warning.

Yesterday Nick drove the moto out to the land and I met him there in the truck with the kids who were on a fruit-hunting expedition. (A quite successful one at that-- sitwon, corosol, mangoes... but I digress.)

I was there mostly to practice riding the moto, but unlike the other day, I drew quite a crowd. These kids just kept running after me and laughing at me. They would yell out instructions about what gear I needed to be in, etc. They were really irritating me. I finally had to just turn around and yell at them to get away from me because I am not that good of a driver and I didn't want to hit them. (Not to mention that they were on private property... like THAT matters.)

Another 1/2 hour of my wobbly, yet accident-free, driving passes and I am at a quitting point for the day. So I parked the bike and then waited for the kids to come back. I saw Jean Louis coming towards me (and the group of about 8 kids that had congregated around my parked bike). I yelled for him to climb the coconut tree to get some coconuts because Nahomie had asked for them.

This little boy (probably about age 10) jumped in and insisted he be the one to be chosen climb the tree. Our dialog went a little like this, except for that it was in Kreyol...

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Boy: Let me go get coconuts for you.

Me: No, Jean Louis' good at doing that. He's gonna go for me.

Boy: I am actually faster and stronger than him, so let me climb.

Me: I am sure you do a good job but he does too, and besides he's my son.

Boy: Looks at me skeptically and says, "He's not your son."

Me: Yes he is.

Boy: No, he's not. You're white, he's Haitian. (Actually he said I was "rouge" which is a common term for lighter-skinned black people or darker skinned white people).

Me: So what?

Boy: So I know he's not your son.

Me: You don't know anything.

Boy: I know that you don't know how to drive a moto.

Me: You win.

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Ouch.