Saturday, December 08, 2012

cage…

lets get something straight…

the bastard has come to loath driving…

since I dumped the bike near these four years ago…

he has felt a car is a cage.

a cage that folks sit in traffic in with the windows rolled up sucking the life out of you until you move to some suburban elephants graveyard to end your miserable existence in.

a bike frees you…

it puts the wind in your face.

and is closer to our frontier roots than anything you don't have to feed with hay.

but I digress…

a month ago, my cage was destroyed when Long Island city became Atlantis for an evening.

I was in the desert when five feet of water from the east river ran roughshod from the Annabel basin straight down 5th street towards its lady friend, the newtown creek which crested flooding Borden avenue and the midtown tunnel.

is this the first you've read of this carnage?

of course it is.

true, the liquid city took a beating but…

the rockaways took it on the chin.

so did red hook.

so did the forgotten borough…

so the bastard ain't gonna take it the wrong way.

anyway…

in the aftermath of all of this…

the bastard sits on a platform bound for woodside as he has a meeting with his new cage.

what can I say…

I couldn't talk the wife into a ural motorcycle with a sidecar as a practical way to get around this holiday season.

makes it hard to haul gifts around in a sidecar with a toddler who doesn't yet know how great it is to have the wind in your face.

besides…

the bastard misses shopping at trader joes…

cages are practical that way.

—the bastard




2 comments:

TW said...

Road trip mobile.

bastard central said...

the road trip mobile was drowned.

this ride is not written yet