Easy Rider and Chopperguy

Thoughts on Easy Rider, biker cinema, and riding and working on a vintage chopper.

Monday, August 29, 2005

 

How it Goes

It starts raining real heavy as I get off of work. I can see my supervisor in the break room, looking out at me with sympathy as I get onto my bike. It's coming down pretty good and I can see the accumulated oil tracked outside all summer lifting from the pavement and floating across the parking lot. It's a bit heavier under where I park my bike each day.

I stop off for gas and the pump boy gives me a shocked look. He loves my vintage bike and it surprises him to see me on it today.

By the time I get home, the rain has stopped. 20 minutes tops.

Saturday, August 27, 2005

 

Cruising

I went for a sweet ride today.

Filled the '73 up with gas, started heading for the veggie stand, then said, "Fuck it. Food can wait."

As I went from Portland into Clackamas, some jerk in a little foreign sports car pulled in front of me and slammed on his brakes to try and make the entrance ramp to the highway. I lay on my brakes, come to an abrupt stop, and killed the engine in the process. Reminded me of the opening scene in Wild Angels. Heavenly Blues kills his bike stopping for some kid on a trike who has ridden out in front of him. Seems to me like the mindset has a lot of similarities. Obliviously self-centered, in their own little worlds. Unlike Blues, I did not proceed to light up a joint. Just gave the bike a couple of kicks and took off again. Gots to get away from the main drag.

Hit some backroads and got a beautiful view of Mt. Hood surrounded by farmland and trees. Couldn't tell you any of the roads I took. I just rode. "Oblivious Man" faded into ancient history. Even the heavy traffic coming back into town couldn't bring me down. Went to the veggie stand to get something to go with my steak tonight. Will grill up some kabobs and drink some beer. A good day.

Should do that more often. Best ride of the summer.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

 

Helmeted

I strapped on my helmet to go to work today, like a good little law abiding citizen. To my surprise, the inside of my helmet smelled like a sweet, wet vagina. I don't know how. I don't know why. I only know that if they could make the inside of every helmet smell like that, there would be a lot less complaining about helmet laws.

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