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| glass isolates and turns the world floating by into just another projection on the screen. only been on a motorcycle a handful of times. guess the last time was with Mike on his KZ500 up Clear Creek Canyon from Golden without helmets and fast the summer I was working on a drilling rig in the Gulf of Mexico. holding on and leaning and holding breath. no, there was a more recent time, visiting Claudia in Rome back in 1989. she wanted to take me on a tour of Rome and when she shoved a helmet in my hands my heart jolted, thinking I had to pilot a Vespa, and I was only a bit less relieved when I found I was only a passenger on the back of her little cycle. no, it was more an impression of sheer terror suddenly rocketing onto the street, viva Roma! where the previous summer I had driven an Alfa Romeo around Rome, Naples, Isola Ischia and found the drivers in a highly advanced state of disciplined anarchy. truth in the phrase "he who hesitates is lost." fine brown hair. and clasping her tightly around the waist my heart pounding either way as we danced into the center of the city no wonder people choose these vehicles, they can out-manouver the cars easy taking casual advantage of the sidewalks and pedestrian rights-of-way. suppose the clasping about the waist was the best part. Avanti! Rome was nice, too. |