I
leaped off of the motorcycle and yanked it over to the shoulder.
I didn't pull it or drag it. I yanked it. There was just the
one quick yank, and me and the motorcycle were on the asphalt shoulder.
In the fast lane, traffic resumed. When I yanked the motorcycle out
of the fast lane, I was just barely at the beginning of the tunnel under
Interstate 280/680. In front of me was a long stretch of asphalt,
about five or six feet wide. To my left were the concrete barriers.
To my right was the fast lane. I didn't think about what to do.
I didn't think at all. That part of my mind was turned off.
I was in a kind of zombie condition. What I did, without giving the
matter any thought at all, was to push the motorcycle through the tunnel,
a hundred yards or more, I suppose, to the other end of the interstate
overpass. It isn't easy to push a motorcycle on asphalt, with it's
rear wheel locked. It might be possible but, even with a Honda 175,
it isn't easy. I did it without any noticeable effort at all.
I didn't strain. I didn't breathe hard or even sweat. After
that, when I hear a report of unusual strength in an emergency, I believe
it.
I
pushed the motorcycle out of the far end of the tunnel and to the left,
onto the grass. I still wasn't thinking. I was just doing mindless
things. Maybe they could be called reflexes. I don't know.
Anyway, I climbed onto the motorcycle, sat there, and worked the controls.
They didn't mean anything to me. I pushed buttons, clicked the gear
shifter, and pulled the levers on the handlebars. I twisted the throttle.
Sometimes, a green light on the instrument cluster turned on. Sometimes
it went off. Sometimes the horn honked, but I didn't know why.
It was all meaningless to me. After a while, I got back off of the
motorcycle, put down the side stand, backed up a few steps, and looked
at the motorcycle. I saw the problem.
The
steel bicycle cable that I used to lock the motorcycle when it was parked,
and that I carried coiled on the luggage rack, had slipped backward.
A loop of it had fallen down, snagged the circumference of the rear wheel,
and snapped tight between the wheel and the luggage rack. It had
stopped the wheel from turning. In the instant that I saw that length
of cable, stretched tightly between the luggage rack and the wheel, there
was an inaudible snap inside of my head, and I could think again.
I unhooked the bicycle cable, secured it to the luggage rack, and drove
home.
I
still have that bicycle cable. It still has bent places, and tears
in the plastic cover, where it snagged on the wheel and stretched down
from the luggage rack. For now, I'm using it to lock a lawn mower,
to keep a certain annoying neighbor from "borrowing" it. Sometimes,
as I walk past that lawn mower, I stop, look down at the bicycle cable,
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Letters to the Editor
Hey Sam,
Quick
update, I'm back in the max in my own private room, and because of the
virus, the whole prison is still on quarantine lockdown video visits only!
But
on the early morning of January 5th
a few rooms past me, the guards found a dead black guy who had hung himself
with a twisted bed sheet. He had been dead for several hours.
The guards aren't doing the proper 30-minute security checks and the ADC
is keeping this suicide hush hush from the news media, but most of the
time we don't see any guards from one meal to the next. And being
locked inside of an isolation cell with another inmate is very dangerous!
I'm doing everything I can to stay in the max in my own private room away
from the virus and other inmates!
—Howie in the Max
Dear Sam,
Hey
yo, what up. All is well I pray. Your first article in your
Jan 2021 Frontiersman [What
I Didn't Say to Miss Andry] immediately caught my eye. Many
women have done the same to me, they said my statements were chauvinistic
and regardless of what they use as their battle cry. I call bullshit.
No woman can ever hold up to and be as strong as a man. Certain jobs,
like police officer, fireman, soldier, etc., these jobs require a certain
amount of aggression and strength that women can't muster up. Instead
they do two things, one, they act overly aggressive, to prove how tough
they are. This is a real problem in male dominated fields like law
enforcement. So they commonly abuse peoples' civil rights.
Second, they put their male counterparts in danger because men have to
allow for special accommodations to allow the women to participate or they
(men) have to outright put themselves in danger to cover for the women's
shortcomings. But Sam it isn't just the feminists doing this to men.
I have found if you're a white man there are a ton of "anti" statements
that we are blamed for, and we can't respond. A black can hold a
sign saying "Black Lives Matter" and they're applauded, but if we say our
lives matter, we're called racist.
Look
at all situations, like gays, transsexuals, race, women, opposing religions
whatever, and then think about a "cute" statement you could make, and it's
usually a white man
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