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.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

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.

Rambling Speech said...

Is he single, and is he cute? :-)