I should have read between the lines last December when I volunteered to help take down the Haunted House in the parking lot of the amusement park where we lease space to work our Motorcycle Safety classes. I described the hours of prying nails out of the asphalt, gathering the corpses and cobwebs for storage, and posing with the tortured waif in the laboratory.
But it wasn't until I heard myself describe to the new instructor where to meet me last weekend, when I told him to go through the gate behind the Statue of Liberty and make a left at the gargoyls. It all makes perfect sense to me, it's a wonder I don't think the antics of novice motorcyclists seems out of the ordinary.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
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