The SmellHave one, maybe two or three, this might be long.
Riding down to Myrtle Beach to meet up and ride
with JR yesterday, I was lucky enough to actually
be listening to my radio on Rude Olf.
Rudy has a radio that plays mp3s, and I just
happened to rip one with a bunch of old rock
and roll tunes, and at 150 on a CD, it's about
7 hours of music. Just right for rippin' down
the highway with a destination in mind.
At 8:00am it was cool enough for leathers,
and full gloves. There's nothing to look at
on I-95 south, and even less on I-40 east.
So, I got in the zone, and ran behind the
cop magnets at a pretty good pace.
At one point on I-40, doing a bit over 90
behind a Honda Civic with louder exhaust
than Agua's Pencil Glide, I had to let him
go. I couldn't even hear the radio.
As I was looking for the next Free Ride,
"The Smell" was playing, and I was fast
approaching a semi. It all happened so
fast, it was like "which came first".
The warmth
the smell
the song in my head
looking for the next pacer
watching for cops
Enjoying the Ride
"Can't you smell that smell"
I could.
It smelled like summer air,
from a used up tire...
and something else....
It was warmer all of a sudden...
but just a quick shot...
not like the weather had changed.
But the changes made me sit up and roll off
the throttle.
Mostly because I was aware I wasn't paying attention
to anything else but the song, the smell, the warmth.
And I wasn't scanning for cops.
So rolling off, sitting up, and slowing down was
just the right reaction as the tire went flying off the
semi (right side) so no harm no fowl.
As soon as I heard it blow,
all the synapses that were
putting together the information
clicked in and if it hadn't been
for the pucker factor I probably
woulda jumped outta my skin.
Thank you Lynyrd Skynyrd.
Oh, yeah.
I met up with John Ross.
We went to Myrtle Beach.
There was some traffic.
We had a beer.
We watched scantly clad women
wash my bike.
We rode home.
I'd do it again.
The End.
ASSHOLE#104 Len