Lucky Me - 2013

New Years Eve 1986.

I was riding my Yamaha 650 through a snowstorm.

Approaching Houston and 2nd Avenue the light changed to red.

I skidded through the intersection excepting the worse. Cars crisscrossed my path. I stopped against the curb.

A 9th Precinct cop said, "Damn you were lucky."

"That I was." "Where you headed?"

"Home to East 10th Street."

"That's not a bad idea."

He was right.

I was lucky.

But if anyone was luckier, it was Indian Larry. Wintah was wintah once he rode bare-chested in the snow. His words;

The right bike, the right day, the right road. I just pretty much feel. One with the universe
When I feel like I don't fit anywhere
Lonely
All screwed up in the head
I get on my bike and go
For a ride
All of the sudden, I'm fixed
Indian Larry
Foto by Grégoire Alessandrini

I bet he's having a Mr. Softee somewhere wherever and maybe with the mr. Softee's jingle in his ears.

The jingle came from a famous tune from 1915 A WHISTLER AND HIS DOG.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FDtVe04Z5I

WHERE'S MY MR. SOFTEE TRUCK.