Join Date: May 2008
Location: round on the end, hi in the middle
It was something like this...
The stain on the ceiling above my bed was always the first thing that greeted me in the morning so you could imagine my surprise when I found I was looking up at a beautiful blue sky. I’d woken up in strange places a time or two before, but I usually remember how I got there. Not this time.
I sat up and the wilderness that surrounded me was as green and brown as the sky was blue. God, I was lost. The only thing breaking up the green and the brown and the blue was a bright red motorcycle that had decided to take a nap next to me. This was getting interesting.
A look around showed me nothing but my own footprints from one direction and a single track from the other direction that stopped, naturally, where the bike laid itself down. There’s no rest for the wicked so I picked up the bike and stepped back to get a look at her. I’ve spent the night next to worse, but she was ugly.
I walked back over and the key stood in the ignition. She fired on the first try and relaxed into a smooth purr patiently waiting for me to get on. I hadn’t ridden motorcycle in a long time, but threw a leg over and she felt just right. Goldilocks wouldn’t have been happier.
“What do you think, back the way I came?” She didn’t reply but I figured I’d made it here on that path. I made to turn around and dropped her. Man was she top heavy. I muscled her back up and surveyed the damage. A busted turn signal and some scratches on the plastic. Nothing to worry about. Now we were both damaged goods.
I got back on for another attempt. We were pointed down the path she took to get here. The trees were blocking a little more light and the larger rocks proffered their services in busting a rim or the oil pan. But something told me maybe I didn’t just drop her. Maybe she wanted to go that way. And what the hell, I didn’t have much but a stained ceiling waiting for me back my way. I ripped open the throttle, dumped the clutch and we floated down that dark path never looking back.
If not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled. - PG Wodehouse
Last edited by jeems; 09-08-2010 at 04:35 PM.
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