If Rock And Roll Were a Machine
“He told himself he’d earned a good sleep. He’d turned in his essay and he bought the bike. He couldn’t buy a jacket because Scotty doesn’t sell them; he’ll order one from L.L. Bean. He’d passed the written test for his learner’s permit. He can ride during the day in the company of a licensed rider. When he passes the riding exam, he’ll receive his operator’s license and be on his own.
Bert is beat and he deserves a rest. But here he lies with his eyes cranked open. There’s a lot to see in the d...arkness bristling above his bed, and he sees it even more clearly when he closes his eyes.
He sees himself eight hours earlier riding the Sportster alongside Scott Shepard. They ride through a roaring tunnel. Bert feels the wind, the tiny particles of sand that swirl against his cheeks and around his glasses into his eyes. He feels these things and he sees the soft-blue fall sky, the foothills to the east, blue-black where the pine trees grow, yellow where the farmers have cut and baled the year’s last hay, and brown where they’ve already turned the ground.MoreLess
Bert is beat and he deserves a rest. But here he lies with his eyes cranked open. There’s a lot to see in the d...arkness bristling above his bed, and he sees it even more clearly when he closes his eyes.
He sees himself eight hours earlier riding the Sportster alongside Scott Shepard. They ride through a roaring tunnel. Bert feels the wind, the tiny particles of sand that swirl against his cheeks and around his glasses into his eyes. He feels these things and he sees the soft-blue fall sky, the foothills to the east, blue-black where the pine trees grow, yellow where the farmers have cut and baled the year’s last hay, and brown where they’ve already turned the ground.MoreLess
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