Nah stuff that for a joke.
I woke up this morning and felt like I'd tweaked every bloody muscle in my upper body, not to mention sore knees from my legs getting wacked into the ground trying to ride the bike through the wobbles after I got back on.
This is two bizzare incidents in the last couple of months now, after the near miss when I went sideways over Moonshine Rd bridge after the rear tyre blew in a real hurry, both of which I'm come out of completely unscathed except for sore muscles.
Is the Universe trying to tell me something? Surely its not time to buy a cruiser already?
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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