SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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Early this spring one of my neighbors picked up a new bike. Harley Davidson Cross Bones.
He washed it and polished it on a near daily basis.
Every time he saw me he just shook his head while giving me shit.
Every few days he walked out to his bike in his nice black leathers, fired up the bike and revved it in the parking area for a bit before heading out. He would sit in the parking area later on in the night when he returned home revving the engine before shutting it down. The sound of his bike rattled the walls.
This afternoon he walked out to start washing his bike when he saw me working on mine. He strolled over and we talked for a bit. Oh he talked up his bike and gave me shit for riding an older bike that looked like what it was. Well ridden. I strolled over and gave his bike the once over, something I hadn't done before.
When I saw his Odometer I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I had to look a second time.
Now I didn't ride anywhere near as much as I wanted to this summer. For one thing it was too blasted hot and for another the bike was acting up a bit. Even so I put another 800 miles on the bike. According to his Odometer for all those evening he woke the neighborhood he had put a grand total of 250 miles on his bike.
In other words for all of his big talk and gear he had ridden a bit more than a quarter of the miles I had ridden this summer.
Oh well, at least he had fun with his bike.
Cat
He washed it and polished it on a near daily basis.
Every time he saw me he just shook his head while giving me shit.
Every few days he walked out to his bike in his nice black leathers, fired up the bike and revved it in the parking area for a bit before heading out. He would sit in the parking area later on in the night when he returned home revving the engine before shutting it down. The sound of his bike rattled the walls.
This afternoon he walked out to start washing his bike when he saw me working on mine. He strolled over and we talked for a bit. Oh he talked up his bike and gave me shit for riding an older bike that looked like what it was. Well ridden. I strolled over and gave his bike the once over, something I hadn't done before.
When I saw his Odometer I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I had to look a second time.
Now I didn't ride anywhere near as much as I wanted to this summer. For one thing it was too blasted hot and for another the bike was acting up a bit. Even so I put another 800 miles on the bike. According to his Odometer for all those evening he woke the neighborhood he had put a grand total of 250 miles on his bike.
In other words for all of his big talk and gear he had ridden a bit more than a quarter of the miles I had ridden this summer.
Oh well, at least he had fun with his bike.
Cat
