
Originally Posted by
Paul in NZ
Wadda you think chaps? Madness or cunning?
Put a tail on it and call it a weasel mate.
Although - what happened to that offer of another motor?
I can't help thinking that from two motors one good one may come forth...
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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