"Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world."
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Farty machines
A pack of Harleys has been perched outside of my office for five minutes now sounding like they ate 12 cans of beans apiece. I do not see the appeal. I just don't get it. They are annoying and need to drive away NOW.
Ah, but you know they are there. And that's the appeal.
I guess. I don't really know, and I'm friends with a Harley owner. He even used to SELL Harleys. (He'll be at the wedding.) I see the appeal in a sexy little sport bike, but then I also see the appeal in not dying in fantastic fashion on the highway, which is why I don't know a sexy little sport bike. And I see the appeal in the IDEA of a Harley--you know, the open road, wind in your hair, bugs in your teeth, tooling down the back roads in your own great Kerouackian adventure. But if I was doing that I'd want to be able to hear myself think, so I don't get the noise. Nope. And I've just completely hijacked your comments thread to ramble on about nothing at all. Hee.
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Ah, but you know they are there. And that's the appeal.
I guess. I don't really know, and I'm friends with a Harley owner. He even used to SELL Harleys. (He'll be at the wedding.) I see the appeal in a sexy little sport bike, but then I also see the appeal in not dying in fantastic fashion on the highway, which is why I don't know a sexy little sport bike. And I see the appeal in the IDEA of a Harley--you know, the open road, wind in your hair, bugs in your teeth, tooling down the back roads in your own great Kerouackian adventure. But if I was doing that I'd want to be able to hear myself think, so I don't get the noise. Nope. And I've just completely hijacked your comments thread to ramble on about nothing at all. Hee.
Is he single, and is he cute? :-)
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