Monday, March 31, 2008

Night Rider

The other night, I returned some videos. I normally drive the thing. This night I was feeling kind of saucy, so I rode my bike the entire 300 yards. I returned Kill Bill Volume 2 and Purple Rain (which is really, really good).

Like I said, I was feeling saucy, so I kept riding. South, into the heart of the city. It was about 12:45 a.m. and the roads were free from cars. I rode. Tops of buildings capped in a curious fog. It was perfect. Dodging potholes. Jumping cracks in the pavement. Running red lights.

I wanted that feeling tonight, so I hopped on the bike and rode. South. Downtown. I cranked hard into the city, passing Tap Restaurant. My previous goal. I spun up the mellow undulating hills of downtown Atlanta. I took it in. Cigar smoke. Sour garbage. Crisp night air. Bus exhaust. Eventually I arrived at the marquis of the historic Fox Theater. The blue tint of night cast a ghoulish palor on the building. Time to head back.

The ride north to Buckhead is zippy. Back down those hills. I paced the sickly glow of the fluorescent bus into Buckhead. Given the laborious bus stops, I had the advantage. It was close. But I edged the bus out on the last downhill before my street.

There's something amazing about riding a self-powered vehicle into a domain reserved for metal behemoths. I've ridden bikes all my life. That's not going to change.


Bacchus said...

Nice post Hook. I'll have to try that some night.

Tyson said...

Excellent description dude, I know exactly how you feel.