I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Friday, August 31, 2007

Story Bone

Well, today's work was hell on wheels. And the way the work day ended (after 11 hours) doesn't bode well for a nice next week.

But the story bone occured on the way home. There was a guy on a motorcycle with his dog. There was no side car. The dog wasn't running beside as he drove slowly. No, the golden-retriever was sitting with his butt on the seat and stradling the gas tank. No, I'm not kidding. I wish I had a camera to take the picture. The bike was what we call "dual-purpose" which means an offroad bike with headlight, 4 stroke engine, and some other modifications. But, yeah, dog on a motorcycle. Weird.

This goes with the TV satellite dish on the truck. Although that one I could rationalize.

2 comments:

Jim Wright said...

Steve, we ride ATV's with our neighbors. Two weeks ago we rode into the Chugach, 30 miles round trip up the trail to Eklutna Glacier. Reason I mention it, is that the neighbor's dog, Pepper, rides in the same fashion as your motorcycle dog: butt on seat, paws on the tank, nose up into the wind. The dog also wears googles. That's right, made just for dogs called "Doggles." You can find them on the internet.

Steve Buchheit said...

Jim, that's excellent. See, I can see a 4 wheeler, but a motorcycle? I've seen "Doggles" before, the good people at SmallDog in Vermont used to sell them. But I think they carried their little ones in side-cars.