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[bodytext] => Afternoon showers cooled the August twilight. I sat on the corner sipping a coke, smoking a cigarette, and eyeing the girls outside the yahoo saloon across the street. Cars rolled past, the tires hissed and spit on wet pavement. You could feel a vibration in the air, the sound of heavy metal thunder in a canyon. Pedestrians stopped and stared at the horde of bikes rolling up to the light. The girls oohed and aahed. Harley choppers, hard-tails with extended front ends, stretched out to grab the road. The motors growled with idle power. Dark and dirty, clean and chromed, pan and shovel heads, waited to dig the road. The riders were hard core, statuesque, imposing figures, dressed in tee shirts, dungarees, engineer boots, and black leather vests, flying club colors on outlaw rockers. The lead sat stone faced, a grizzly bear in sunglasses, rebellious, independent, something wicked, something American. At the green light, throttles opened, clutches popped, engines roared, fury released. The girls mobbed the curb to watch them ride away. They raced down the road, rumbling and howling, the echoes waned and faded, the passing of a summer storm. At fourteen, I knew what I was going to be. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 43 [informant] => pvd [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 25 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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