Mike’s Motorbike
posted at 6:01 pm
on May. 17, 2005
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What a feeling.
I met my friend Mike the other evening for coffee, then we were going to head to a movie. We were on the wrong side of downtown, and he’d just bought a new helmet for his motorbike.
“So, you wanna ride?”
“Hell yeah!”
Mike’s had his bike for many years, but this is the first time he’s ever had a passenger. I think we were both a little nervous. OK, I think he was slightly hesitant, and I was damn near freaked.
What’s it like? It’s like lying on the hood of a car, pointed forward, your head slightly in front of the grill, looking down the street as individual pebbles and bumps whiz by. It’s like taking off down a runway, with your seat strapped on to the outside of the plane instead of the inside. It’s like sitting in a vibrating massage chair that just happens to be traveling at 50 km per hour.
Oh yes, it’s a little scary, too.
We made it to Tinseltown in one piece, and saw “Millions.” The film was excellent, but I liked the motorcycle ride better. Thanks, Mike!
