so, before i forget, i bring you a tale. a tale of motorcycles and the young men who ride them...
last night, around i-didn't-really-check-o'clock, i was sitting on my bed, pulling things out of the internet pipes with my laptop, when strange new sounds began drifting in along with the normal broadway traffic outside the window. steph and i heard a motorcycle engine winding up pretty high a couple times, followed by a slam and then grinding and screeching sounds. we yanked open the curtains just in time to see the motorcycle, on its side, sparks flying, skid through the intersection, heading north on broadway, and its rider barrel-rolling like a limp ragdoll, stopping just ahead of whitmore.
traffic behind him had stopped and it looked like he was alone, so i grabbed the phone, called 911 and requested an ambulance. one well-meaning driver pulled over and lit some flares and the rest of the biker's crew who had run ahead started showing up. now, these cats weren't the brightest bulbs burning in this here universe and i can say this with some confidence because we watched as they proceeded to break RULE NUMBER
a few of the bikers started directing traffic away from the "scene" at this point and we started to wonder aloud where the ambulance was. then, to our shock and dismay, these mega-geniuses ONCE AGAIN moved mr. crashy, this time across the road to a waiting car, piloted by one of their own. shortly thereafter is when the flashing lights and the "whoop! whoop!" warning siren appeared stage right, coming southbound on broadway. needless to say, the victim-containing vehicle's driver decided this would be a great time to try to leave (we can only hope they were intending to go to the hospital). the guy who laid out the flares (and was subsequently verbally harassed by the mega-geniuses when he wouldn't leave the "scene") ran out after them, signaling to the cop that the kid was making a break for it. incidentally, the cop's presence also caused a scattering of the remaining mega-geniuses unto the four corners of the earth...
medium story made short, the flare man gave his eyewitness account to another officer, he said the mega-geniuses (mostly young asian dudes from what i saw) called themselves the rough riders (ruff ryders?) and claimed to "run this town," it was discovered that the sliding bike had ceased forward motion by ramming into the back of a parked car and i watched the driver of the getaway benzo get arrested (i'm guessing for leaving the scene of an accident). i never did see if they got that poor dude that dropped the bike into the ambulance...
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