After having my brains sucked out of my ear by lawyers and beancounters today, I got home and found a phone message from the mortuary. Mom's cremains are ready to be picked-up. I'm going to pick her up tomorrow morning on my GS. During my entire 26 year riding career, I was never able to get either of my parents to ride pillion with me. Here's my chance to take mom for a ride to my house. We're going to take the long way home.
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway american dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin’ out over the line
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
It’s a death trap, it’s a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we’re young
`cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run
Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs round these velvet rims
And strap your hands across my engines
Together we could break this trap
We’ll run till we drop, baby we’ll never go back
Will you walk with me out on the wire
`cause baby I’m just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta find out how it feels
I want to know if love is wild, girl I want to know if love is real
Beyond the palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you wendy on the streets tonight
In an everlasting kiss
The highway’s jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everybody’s out on the run tonight but there’s no place left to hide
Together wendy we’ll live with the sadness
I’ll love you with all the madness in my soul
Someday girl I don’t know when we’re gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go and we’ll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run
I think mom'll enjoy the ride...and the songs that run through my head. :pissed
"Consulting the rules of composition before taking a photograph, is like consulting the laws of gravity before going for a walk." - Edward Weston "The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over."-Hunter S.Thompson
What a nice gesture fish! I know she'll enjoy the ride. 'specially if you take
her through Pescadero and to the coast. Be sure to stop at the beach for
a bit.
Ian
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Now that is inspired! I love it. Did you wash your bike, it looked shiny and clean. I haven't washed my car in so long I would be afraid that without the salt and grit and stuff, it would just collapse.
I am so sorry about your mother. All your losses. Death sucks! I have been thinking a lot about it lately, and that is about all I can come up with.
It will hurt always, and your mother will be with you always, but you will eventually have a place you can put the hurt. Most of the time. My mother died in 1987.
I am so sorry, I have missed you, and you have not begun.
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In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway american dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin’ out over the line
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
It’s a death trap, it’s a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we’re young
`cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run
Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs round these velvet rims
And strap your hands across my engines
Together we could break this trap
We’ll run till we drop, baby we’ll never go back
Will you walk with me out on the wire
`cause baby I’m just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta find out how it feels
I want to know if love is wild, girl I want to know if love is real
Beyond the palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you wendy on the streets tonight
In an everlasting kiss
The highway’s jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everybody’s out on the run tonight but there’s no place left to hide
Together wendy we’ll live with the sadness
I’ll love you with all the madness in my soul
Someday girl I don’t know when we’re gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go and we’ll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run
I think mom'll enjoy the ride...and the songs that run through my head. :pissed
"The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over."-Hunter S.Thompson
her through Pescadero and to the coast. Be sure to stop at the beach for
a bit.
Ian
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Now that is inspired! I love it. Did you wash your bike, it looked shiny and clean. I haven't washed my car in so long I would be afraid that without the salt and grit and stuff, it would just collapse.
I am so sorry about your mother. All your losses. Death sucks! I have been thinking a lot about it lately, and that is about all I can come up with.
It will hurt always, and your mother will be with you always, but you will eventually have a place you can put the hurt. Most of the time. My mother died in 1987.
I am so sorry, I have missed you, and you have not begun.
ginger