I edited the above post, as I was tired when I wrote that. And we are getting way off topic, BUT,, That friend of mine in Florida writes some great material. As a non-native transplant he often writes some really amusing insights about life in that area as well as his many projects, motorcycles, cars, & other projects.
He also as an avid motorcycle guy is not far from Daytona and endless streams of commentary about the "Biker Culture" He is slowly getting some of his writing together, but some of it is incompatible with his day job. The multi part story of his neighbors down the street "Old man drywaller & the Crack whore" was epic.
We all see some questionable motorcycles at times and I often share links to bikes for sale to friends that are interesting and in response to a Triumph Chopper on ebay he wrote the following,,,
“Green Dragon” by Aron Travis, revised January, 2015
That, is the '70's Dairy Queen chopper in a nutshell. Amusing, in a good way. Oh the poor disco
hipster, no real mechanical ability, but firmly convinced that having a chopper will finally get Margaret the
chubby waitress at the A&W to touch the bulge in his 28" waist jeans, and will erase his current nickname
‘Sir Gangly’ to be converted to a fresh virile nom de guerre like ‘Fuck Hammer’. Bolt on the chopper seat
with sissy bar, the fork extensions, "Round headlights are so square maaaaaaaaan.", and wiggle around one
summer in maximum pose.
It all ended when he scrapped the ear off of his 14 year old cousin during 1.3 seconds of wide open
throttle in front of Donald's Burger House. Lisa the feathered haired foxy cousin paid with orange circus
peanuts to ride on the back as some semblance of heterosexuality proof; a big wobble and slide through the
intersection of Pine and Avenue D, Lisa crying while holding her bloody orange circus peanuts 'Now they're
no good, they got road on them you dork!', concluding with a sound cuffing by Uncle Bob, “I said stay away
from your cousin AND the A&W!”
Little did he realize that this also foiled his destiny to become the first teenager to think Gluteus
Maximus would be a great nrop actor name as that thought vaporized when his cranium met the double
yellow line, 'not born to be wild, anymore' as his memories melted like a double dipped cookie cone on the
sun baked picnic table of adolescence.
For years he was mocked as "Hey, isn't that the dick that wiped in front of Don's BH and almost
killed some chick kid?"
Forty three years later the humiliation has faded just enough that The Green Dragon will see the light
of day, to be hawked on ebay for too much money as the guy finally saw on TV that all choppers are worth
buckets of cash. "Hey mom, drag the Green Dragon out of the shed. No I'm not going to ride it!"
**The software on this site obliterates some bad words but missed some on this post, but he wrote P O R N
Actor,, not nrop