i sit astride the '53 hardtail panhead chopper as it throbs thunderously 'tween my thighs, the wind whips wild hair from a fevered brow, leathers flap against bare skin
we approach 120 mph on the tar-smooth blacktop
tendrils of joy perc to the surface of my addled brain, i scream it into the ether:
'yeah, ya sumbitches!
'baddest of all badasses!
'live to ride, ride to live!
'outta mah way, muthafukkahs!
we catch, and leave stupefied in our wake, some dorky dude and his lame-ass family duddering along in the constricting cage of their hummer, while we ride free
my contemptuous laugh soars above the bike's roar, to add insult to their utter humiliation
i'm da king!
without warning, the park grass rises to smack me upside the head
helmet askew, i open my eyes and spit dendritis, as blood seeps from a split lip
i see my honda elite 80 on its side, still purring softly
i limp over to retrieve my bike, and burble off... to catcalls and raucous laughter
i'd daydreamed myself into another fantasy