He visits the house just across the road from me a lot.
I am SO tempted to deal to that stupid bike. He can't seem to decide whether he's riding on the footpath or the road that feller.
Darwin's Law will catch up with him eventually.
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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