Organ-donors
Apr. 5th, 2004 02:27 pmSaturday, while I was driving around I saw quite a number of motorcycles out on the roads. That makes a lot of sense as it was the first nice weekend of the year. There were the different groups: the gang on black and chrome Harleys and choppers with their leathers and their too-thin windburned girlfriends, the fleet of old folks on their butterscotch Honda Goldwings, and then there were the young turks on their Kawasaki rockets all in primary colors and white farings and big, fat highway tires.
It was on the long, gentle uphill stretch of Highway 509 that about a dozen of the last came roaring by, going the other way. They looked impressive; with a few hundred feet of electroluminescent cord at night they would have looked like theyd just stepped out of Tron's world and into our own.
And, at the back of the pack there were two guys I could only describe as organ-donors; they had their front wheels high in the air and for at least a hundred yards rode that way, standing on some strut themselves, one hand on gas, the other flying free. Are they insane? Are they just stupid? I mean, who are they trying to impress, anyway?
It was on the long, gentle uphill stretch of Highway 509 that about a dozen of the last came roaring by, going the other way. They looked impressive; with a few hundred feet of electroluminescent cord at night they would have looked like theyd just stepped out of Tron's world and into our own.
And, at the back of the pack there were two guys I could only describe as organ-donors; they had their front wheels high in the air and for at least a hundred yards rode that way, standing on some strut themselves, one hand on gas, the other flying free. Are they insane? Are they just stupid? I mean, who are they trying to impress, anyway?
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Date: 2004-04-05 11:22 pm (UTC)> and safe. You ride a bike because it's fast,
> small, and very likely to kill you.
Some people may not ride because its practical
and safe. But that doesn't mean there isn't
a population of people who do.
A close frend of mine rides because its the
only vechal he has, he is on a limmited income
and couldn't afford the cost of a car. He rides
responcibly and within his limmits.
Why do you impress people?
Date: 2004-04-05 08:39 pm (UTC)Is it because you love it - Or is it an outlet to channel your energy?
I like to play with paint guns and pretend I'm being hunted or I'm hunting someone. Why? Outlet, not necessarily for fun but for spiritual reason that boils down to Sympathetic Magic, in odd way. A visual kick perhaps, wanting to kill away your anger. Visualizing your prey (the problem) that is upsetting you.
I like to ride my horse wild and uncontrollable, I'm no where around people to empress anyone. I do it cause I need to drain out what's bugging me or who just piss me off. I do for conditioning reason as well, the horse is metaphorically me. How fast I ride that horse is my temper or whatever is destroying my outlook in life. Some how I need to learn to control that horse or I'm going to lose me. If I can't, I need to do a reality check on who I am.
That's why I think people or motorist ride hard or some say "Live to ride - Ride to live" was my fathers motto. For them to learn how to control themselves and figure out what troubling them.
Re: Why do you impress people?
Date: 2004-04-05 10:03 pm (UTC)Re: Why do you impress people?
Date: 2004-04-06 07:39 am (UTC)He's Writer - I'm Critic = why should he care what my opinions are.
If he response in anger, I'll make note.
Not to remotely press that button or cause him to mope.
Only one can hope
He'll read between the lines
Not to despise.