read this story as if I am in the voice of Willaim Burroughs, the famous Junkie Beat Author of Naked Lunch. If you saw the Movie, "Drugstore cowboy, you know he speaks in a distictive and halting cadence and tone.
"....I teetered up to the light on Rt. 97 in beverly, MA. It was a winding New England road that takes me stright to work in 38 miles. I usually like to make a good impression by pulling up straight and poised, but I had been slumped way down in the saddle and was daydreaming and so...teeters; no biggie.
But this time there were three other bikers on FLHTCUI's, Elecra-glide ultra classics, FI , 2003-4's, antennas, radios, chrome-chrome-chrome. ****, I made a bad impression pulling up like that ...hey...that's life. "hey dudes...what up?"
"you sure you can ride that little piece of plastic crap?', one dude in curiously new looking leathers and chaps says...'we can put you in the trunk and take you to where your'e going..' hahahahaha the group roars.
I say, " Well, ya, man, why dont you hoist me right up there...by the way, did ya'll buy all that ****, the clothing and bikes as a group on the HD tour? and I guess you are all off to a day at the dental or chiropractic orifice, hmmm.....'
At this point, (the Bill burroughs voice really kicks in now), I reached over and gave the guy next to me a playful poke in the shoulder. He nearly fell over and dropped the bike.
Parenthetically, I never would have done this if these guys were one percenters, but there was something distinctively 'store bought' about this happy little cadre.
the dude bellows, " you little ****...wait till I get my hands on you..&*&^%$#..!!!!!!!
I say, " well, lets go then, the light's green".....Im off, he stalls the Glide, his friends dont notice he's crankin her over. they stop. ,
Im laughin....I hardly touched the dude, a finger jab...is all. I consider it BAD form to ever shove a fellow biker at a stop.
"....I teetered up to the light on Rt. 97 in beverly, MA. It was a winding New England road that takes me stright to work in 38 miles. I usually like to make a good impression by pulling up straight and poised, but I had been slumped way down in the saddle and was daydreaming and so...teeters; no biggie.
But this time there were three other bikers on FLHTCUI's, Elecra-glide ultra classics, FI , 2003-4's, antennas, radios, chrome-chrome-chrome. ****, I made a bad impression pulling up like that ...hey...that's life. "hey dudes...what up?"
"you sure you can ride that little piece of plastic crap?', one dude in curiously new looking leathers and chaps says...'we can put you in the trunk and take you to where your'e going..' hahahahaha the group roars.
I say, " Well, ya, man, why dont you hoist me right up there...by the way, did ya'll buy all that ****, the clothing and bikes as a group on the HD tour? and I guess you are all off to a day at the dental or chiropractic orifice, hmmm.....'
At this point, (the Bill burroughs voice really kicks in now), I reached over and gave the guy next to me a playful poke in the shoulder. He nearly fell over and dropped the bike.
Parenthetically, I never would have done this if these guys were one percenters, but there was something distinctively 'store bought' about this happy little cadre.
the dude bellows, " you little ****...wait till I get my hands on you..&*&^%$#..!!!!!!!
I say, " well, lets go then, the light's green".....Im off, he stalls the Glide, his friends dont notice he's crankin her over. they stop. ,
Im laughin....I hardly touched the dude, a finger jab...is all. I consider it BAD form to ever shove a fellow biker at a stop.