Well I've got my bike running again but I've spent all of the spare money we had in doing so, and don't have any more for the petrol to get to work, not to mention the indicator and mirror I still need for it, and the month's insurance premium.
Hurry up payday!
On the bloody train for another week....
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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