¡Viva el amor! (un motorista USA 60s con corazoncito)

[Carallot de Sants]

In '67 I was bound for the U of I to be a doctor just like old Dad. A `blind' date introduced me to the movie & green-eyed Sparkle. She was into bad boy bikers and wanted to ride. I used the `school' cash to buy a surplus Army HD. Too many road trips meant I'd never finish collage thus got caught in the draft. I spent 16 month in SEA on Uncle Sam. I knew I'd never make it back and was so afraid it would show in my letters I stopped writing Sparkle.

Got home in 1969, no one remember her at the old flat, Danny's Bar on Clark, or near campus. I couldn't go home and face the family since I had no future, no hope, no job, and was mad at everything. I existed half-drunk fixing bikes and temp work for three years. Lonely nights in a dark room over a garage would find this album on the turntable, up loud, and a Bud in my hand. It was going to be just another weekend night, pissed off at the world until; She came into the "Thirsty Whale". With "Blue's Theme" pounding in my head, lust on my mind, and a strong need to beat-the-hell out of somebody, I used my rusty hand-to-hand skills to convince her date to scram. Whack, the slap stung. It tumbled out: I was a brute, why didn't I write, why should she talk to me, get lost, @*%#, I'm so mad at you. ****** And a hug!

After almost 40 years, 16 bikes and 200,000+ miles on two wheels - I still ride my Hog, listen to my music and love to feel Sparkle's hug as we motor on. The vinyl album is gone but, the life, the music and woman remain.

[LossLeader]

Carallot de Sants, el último BEATNIK del foro.