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The Bracelet...Final - by Philly
Well, tonight's the big "Bike Night" here in town and I guess it's probably no different than any other town's "Bike Night" these days. Where in the hell did that come from anyway? Did all these Rolex Riders suddenly ban together and decide they needed to see who had the shiniest leathers or something? And then you see them driving their SUV's, trucks and cars down the road. It amazes me how they stick all those Harley decals all over their Special Edition Harley Davidson Ford Pickups and whatever else they drive. Then they wonder who would steal their bike out of their garages while they're at work. Hell, they probably even have the "Harley-Davidson Lane" street sign in their driveways too. Ok, so I've been known to show up at these "Bike Nights" from time-to-time.
But for me, it's better than paying admission to go to the zoo though. Desperately in need for entertainment I suppose but I always wonder what I'm doing there - leave - and go for a ride. That's usually after yet another one of them asks me why I'm carrying my sleeping bag. It never dawns on them that it might make a good backrest to lean back on. FUN. (That stands for "finger up nose"…new computer lingo-jargon) Anyway, thought I'd drop you a line or two and tell you what happened three or four weeks after the crash.
I was going back out I-40 towards your way to Asheville and thought I'd stop and pay my respects to the bridge I skidded under and just take a look around to see things for the first time (without all those people around) to get things in perspective. I was walking down the interstate close to the ditch I rolled into just looking for whatever I could find that might have come off my bike when I noticed this State Trooper car crossing the median to come over to where I was. I thought it might be the same guy from the wreck but it wasn't. He rolled his window down, asked me if I was alright and told me to be careful. Then (get this), he starts driving his car backwards back down to the bridge. While he's doing this my heart starts picking up beats while I'm watching him and he does exactly what I envisioned him to do but I hadn't even thought about before. He backs up beside the bridge piling so that oncoming traffic can't see him and starts shooting radar!!!
That was it!!! That was why Robert DeNiro and State Trooper man got to me so soon after I crashed!!! They were already there!!! They WERE the reason I crashed!!! They WERE the cause of it!!! They were shooting radar there that day and that's why all those cars in front of me were putting on their brakes. When everybody topped that hill and saw him shooting radar they started slamming on their brakes!!! Then I started thinking about how when I was in his car and he asked me what I thought had happened and when I told him I'd rather not say, he immediately goes, "weeelllllll …..the way I see it…", hell, he was covering his ass!!!
Now, when I saw all this happening, I had a lot of mixed emotions going on and different ideas of what I ought to do about it. I decided from then on, I'd just salute the bridge AND the State Trooper (in more ways than one) each time I pass under that bridge when I go to Nashville. Yeah, he better not have given me a ticket or kept my gun. He knew what would eventually come out in court. Maybe he just thought I'd been through enough - who knows - but all I know is everybody makes mistakes but you're supposed to learn from 'em. If those State Troopers are out there claiming to make our highways safer by slowing folks down and what-have-you, then why are they still shooting radar like that after knowing what they caused!!!? We must choose our battles wisely and that's one I'm just glad I won to tell. Hope you enjoyed it.
In the Wind,
Philly
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