Organ-donors
Apr. 5th, 2004 02:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsSaturday, 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?
