Saturday, September 06, 2014-

If this is Saturday, then yesterday must have been Friday night in small town America. And on Friday nights in such status running Main Street in vehicles of availability. One demonstrates his curls, his non-roving eye, his sudden rev-ing of an engine, popping of clutches to break tires free in dirt and gravel roads, and well . . . just a way to kill time.

Once in a while there is genuine something new. If the owner is of the new toy is popular, then heads turn. If the owner is well known heads turn. If the owner is well known and un popular, why then heads don’t turn but nothing is missed from the corner of the eye and mishaps are added to the file of contemporary knowledge.

The latter was the case this Friday night. One of those boys got himself a new motorcycle. A beautiful green thing of horsepower and rapid acceleration. Up and down Main Street the cycle went sudden bursts of revolutions, screaming low gear topping outs and high speed passes with great gearing downs.

When the youth finally ran down the streets had been cleared of the popular and the known for many hours, the lights of individual house clicking off one by one. So are the ways of reputations are made and enhanced.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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