Monday, February 09, 2009

Road Trips

Local boy. Twenty seven. Riding his motorcycle. Had a few drinks, a good time. Cop picked him up going seventy on the boulevard. Figured he'd burn the cop: turn this way, that, up the two-lane side streets. Ran the stop down from my house, sideswiped a van, bounced into a telephone pole.

Helmet didn't help him.

Many comments at the news site say he was a great guy and so on. I don't doubt it. I don't know anyone who doesn't make a foolish decision once in awhile.


Quiet valley town.


Trains pass through often. Fast. You just have to pay attention to the signals. Now and then someone doesn't.

Roadside memorial caught my eye.


I parked, walked around. Sat on the cold steel for a minute, listening to the night. Cars rumbled over. I don't know who or what.


I wish their families peace.

5 comments:

Teacake said...

Well written post, but you shouldn't make me cry into my morning tea.

asha said...

Nice. And sad. Good photos, also. I see the train. So, here's a heart piercer for you.

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/2151688/hero_dog_tries_to_help_wounded_dog/

Jodie Kash said...

Pretty.

Brandon said...

these sorts of roadside memorials dot my morning commute. it's getting to where you could jump from one to the other for 20 miles.

Don said...

Is it from putting on your makeup while you drive? Maybe you should change your route before they catch you. ;/