Thursday, March 26, 2015

What to Say to the Young Hero

The kid (i.e. twenties ... unknown) decided he wasn't annoying enough with the SUV with the monster boom system in it so he got a motorcycle.  You can be a hero when you're young because you're immortal.

The bike has been tricked out as you can hear from the way it idles that someone screwed with the timing and it's tuned tight.  It sounds like it's at least 500cc and probably 750cc or better.  All of that is very nice, very nice and it goes very fast.

The trouble is the kid is belting the thing.  The boom was annoying but the most that comes is a broken window.  With the bike he's hitting it so hard around here that I've got to think he's riding it that way all the time and that only means one thing:  emergency room.

The kid is not learning to ride as he's just hitting it hard in straight lines on the street which is posted for residential 25 mph.  My concern isn't so much that he'll hit a kid as there aren't that many around here but he's got a fine chance of smashing himself up as it sounds like he's trying to get it with popping wheelies at speed.

It's been a temptation to go over there to show him my shoulder and say, kid, you know what's in there ... metal.  You know why?

Cat said he wouldn't listen and she's right.  Everybody believes they're immortal until they're not.

Don't fuck up, young hero.  It hurts real bad.

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