driving home

mile 10:

there’s a hot girl on a motorcycle. she throws the peace sign to every biker she passes. few, if any, toss it back. she’s hunched over the gas tank, her shirt blowing up revealing a pale pink bra when she accelerates. i’m envious instantly.

mile 12:

there’s a lexus between us. i see the woman behind the wheel gesturing out some story like that gives her point more punch. what could she be talking about?

“pink” passes them. i don’t blame her, i switch lanes to do the same. i look through the window at the lexus woman and i see the man sitting next her to staring out the window at pink. the driver notices she’s lost his attention. oh no.

mile 15:

pink is stuck behind them again and i behind her. lexus hits the windshield washer fluid. as with most cars (apparently even the more pricey ones) it over shoots the car. and pink is pissed on. i see her swerve a bit, i slow down.

mile 15.5:

pink passes, tosses them a low peace sign then slows and flicks the driver off. she pops the front wheel up and disappears.

mile 16:

she’s gone and i’m envious for another reason.

~ by pithymeblog on March 5, 2007.