Two Scrambled & One Hardboiled.

I just have to write this. It tinkled me and I just couldn’t get the image off my head for a while. So I was turning into a lane from the main road and in my rear mirror I see a dirt bike or what we sometimes called scramblers roaring after my babe. Alright he was not exactly trying to get ahead of my awesomely wonderful bad mobile. What? A little self indulgence wouldn’t kill ok? Anyways, the scrambler screamed past me as it over took followed by another closely behind both tearing up the lane. As they went over a speed hump, the riders looking lean and smart in their dirt kit and snazzy helmets both stood up from their seated position and glided gracefully over it and sat right back down. Almost like Billy Elliot doing his swan lake movements minus the din they created along the way but hey it wouldn’t be the same had it been silent. Dirt bikes are meant to be dirty as they are loud.

Seconds later, I hear another incessantly loud din from another bike coming up behind me and I figured it should be the third scrambler trying to catch up with his friends. What I saw however going past me furiously was an army standard issue gray t shirt glad wrapped around this overweight rider looking like he was on an undersize Yamaha 125cc bike. With his white helmet on, he resembled Humpty Dumpty with a bad haircut trying to balance himself on a kiddy tricycle as he sped up in what looked like an attempt to race with the two dirt bikes. Over the speed bump Humpty went without slowing down and he bounced up and down from his seat as he pushed his machine on at maniac speed. He looked really silly and to be honest pretty sad. It is like some awkward kid who badly wants to be one of the cool guys but is always going to finish second best.

Thank you Humpty for cracking me up, pun totally intended, and I hoped you didn’t require all the Kings horses and all the Kings men to put you back together again. You are a Hoot Dude!