Saturday, May 07, 2011
The Perfect Ride
Smiling my way through the rest of my day's labor, I eagerly anticipated this moment when I could enjoy my first sip from that brand new Stanley commemorative 8 ounce flask and consider a job I hope is well done. Finally finished and more importantly, hoping what I have constructed will bring a smile to the man who will soon throw a leg over this "perfect ride".
I sit here wondering how to impart the pleasure of constructing something that was once but a concept of many parts coming together, coalescing in my mind so many weeks ago. I pondered as I hung, draped, and installed the many and various parts, my feeling of ownership or maybe responsibility for this pinnacle of civilized machinery as it slowly evolved with each gee whiz part I screwed on and adjusted. This bike was a thoroughbred, a A flirtatious filly that would need the right jockey to push her to her limits. And this jockey would only be able to push her limits if I had done my job.
Dave the Punk. And while all our backs are turned, Bike Shop Jim finds that first limit in the parking lot out back.
Suddenly the Presidents of the United States swing into gear and with the knob turned up to wow, rock hard with "Mach 5" ......Drive with the top down. Or tip back, sit back, throw back some fine spirits and ...................................Grin.