Saturday
Apr272024
Spin
|He was Passing Through the capital letter.
A beaming monk kid on the back of a cycle. A store sign, Thanks For Peace.
Along a narrow street packed with motorcyles, tuk-tuks, carts selling coconuts, mangoes and durian fruit and humanity finding its way were huge glass windows. Inside a showroom were shiny Bentleys, Rolls, Porches, and Lambrogenies.
You get what you pay for. Every car on the road is a used car.
He went in to admire the gleaming machines. He looked at sticker prices. He left and walked up the street.
He bought a Japanese bike with a basket, a bell, a front light generator and six Shimano gears. 78 bones.
Style and class.
Spin them wheels, said Muse. Let's go.