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.
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