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Ridedualsportcom
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The Blue Meanie rode solo. The gas station and store maggots consisting of, hordes of doo-fag wearing Hogs and shrieking bloodied yuppies waving their amputated final drives got no recognition from the Blue Meanie. The Blue Meanie’s world entered through the helmet visor and exited via the throttle. Human interaction of the frivolous kind was blocked by the muffled security of the fiberglass cocoon.
Blue Meanie blasted his horn at the yuppie with $20,000 of German tire shoved up his ass when he swooped across BM’s path only to pull off the road where a pile of final drives lay, as though he was a leach anxious to suck FD blood.

A chrome yacht ridden by a bald man, whose head looked like a ballpark frank in aviator glasses, approached the Blue Meanie. Visions of his un-helmeted head, popping like watermelon dropped from 100 ft, made the customary “What kind of bike is that?” a more colorful question. Blue Meanie turned as Orange as the BUELL logo on the tank of Erik’s [HIS] creation that reminded all other men of [THEIR]utter insignificance.

It was 2:30 AM and Blue Meanie’s ass sweated on the sleeping bag. The tent rattled in the desert wind. The stars, rained on the Blue Meanie as he packed the bike and rode the 5 mile dirt road. An owl whooshed alongside the Meanie's trajectory and paused on a branch – Predator to Predator all was understood.

The 3:30 AM espresso gel shot did not keep the Blue Meanie from falling in and out of a dream while riding the ribbon in the dark. Black-out, wake up, dream, ride, center-line gone, where am I. Pull over.
The Blue Meanie lay on the ribbon next to the machine of Erik's [HIS] making. He placed his nurturing fluid emitting sack under his helmet. Total silence, black sky, he was in and out of sleep, like being on intravenous sedative in a hospital bed. Total relaxation, the Bush Presidential Inauguration Magi-light souvenir rolled from the hand.
Eyes open, sky lighter, faded back to blissful sleep. His eyes open again with lonely planet of Jupiter keeping watch over the sedated Meanie on this lonely planet.










































































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