To the guy at the restaurant slinging me a "hang loose" and calling me "brother":
1. Just because you can tell me a story about your cousin who once rode a harley through some snow in 1983 does not make me your brother. that's not really how it works.
2. If you want to be my brother, go park your 2012 Chevy Transformer-lookin' monster with the 30-kDb stereo, heated seats, and it's own gravitational field complete with life-supporting atmosphere in your driveway, and come back with your bike, a change of clothes and a few tools. I don't care if it's a Vespa. Ride. I'm leaving Wednesday. Be ready. We'll ride up to Lillooet and see if we can freak out some citizens up there, eh?
3. The Harley sticker in your back window doesn't mean much if you don't own anything that sits less than 48 inches from the ground or weighs less than my home-town's public library, including books. When was the last time your nostrils were filled with the smell of the fresh-cut hay lying on the rolling hills as far as you could see?
You didn't realize they still "cut" hay, did you?
4. I didn't ride here in the snow because "it's cool". I rode here because I needed to get here, and that's what I had. The sense of adventure I've made it into is what I do to make sense of my own stupidity or difficult set of circumstances. I only celebrate being an idiot because I can't be anything else. Please don't encourage me.
1. Just because you can tell me a story about your cousin who once rode a harley through some snow in 1983 does not make me your brother. that's not really how it works.
2. If you want to be my brother, go park your 2012 Chevy Transformer-lookin' monster with the 30-kDb stereo, heated seats, and it's own gravitational field complete with life-supporting atmosphere in your driveway, and come back with your bike, a change of clothes and a few tools. I don't care if it's a Vespa. Ride. I'm leaving Wednesday. Be ready. We'll ride up to Lillooet and see if we can freak out some citizens up there, eh?
3. The Harley sticker in your back window doesn't mean much if you don't own anything that sits less than 48 inches from the ground or weighs less than my home-town's public library, including books. When was the last time your nostrils were filled with the smell of the fresh-cut hay lying on the rolling hills as far as you could see?
You didn't realize they still "cut" hay, did you?
4. I didn't ride here in the snow because "it's cool". I rode here because I needed to get here, and that's what I had. The sense of adventure I've made it into is what I do to make sense of my own stupidity or difficult set of circumstances. I only celebrate being an idiot because I can't be anything else. Please don't encourage me.
