This Is The Last…

I kind of bashed bikers in my last post and it wasn’t my intention. I respect those guys because for ever Henry Winkler there is also a Marlon Brando. Just like for every Austin Powers there is a Jean Shrimpton. Actually I don’t think that’s really true, its way easier to screw up the Marlon thing. That isn’t my point, my point is motorcycle or scooter (always a Vespa) hell even skateboards if it tickles you in the special places, just join my strike.

I realized I had to elaborate further on the subject yesterday at dinner. I met several friends for sushi and we were discussing my Vespa epiphany. I noticed Quinton leaning in and half whispering something about a secret wish to be motorcycle guy. He seemed semi embarrassed about it because he agreed with most of the cracks I made on the post. I never meant to make him feel uncomfortable about his boyhood fantasy. I understand, we all have them I wanted to be a Cosby Kid. Plus getting people to join my anti-car strike is beautiful in all forms.

As my way to make it up to him to I’d like to say that out all of the people I know he’s the most suited to take on the motorcycle vagabond persona. Well actually Johnny Roller is probably the ideal guy for the roll. I mean come on his name is Johnny Roller! What is he a comic book? Anyway after him and Emmanuel it’s all you. Well you know Emmanuel’s got a ton of cool nicknames like Manny and Eman, which happens to be name backwards, you have to admit there is a bit of mystery in that. They both also have that take or leave it vibe that we all wish we had, but know we don’t.

However Quinton has one thing they don’t, some damn cool nonchalant hair. No wait, they have that too. Just kidding, Quinton is like a scruffy Charlie Brown. Like Wolverine if instead of being infused with adamantium was infused with half Belle and Sebastian records and half Black Flag posters. Think about how nice he would be to his biker babe he would probably even let her drive sometimes. My point is Quinton is grade A material for a motorcycle. As matter of fact if I had to call one of my friends The Wild One it would be him. A meek soft spoken version that looks down at the floor a lot, yet still wild in his own way. SCREW YOU GAS PRICES!

-With a thorn in Quinton’s Side