Speed Kills

You may meet the nicest people on a Honda, but on an old chopper you can meet crazy toothless meth head old bikers. This dude came on at about 120 mph. He was all wound up. Had some business dealings at the end of the block he seemed to be mildly concerned with. The thing about it was he really knew his bikes. He was the real deal, just perhaps a little distracted by whatever had him so wired. Had that passion for riding in his eyes that only some can relate to. Had to listen but just for a minute.