Photo credit to Douglas Mac Illroy
The Wisdom to Ride
by T. Delaplain
“Dumb asses, sit on top of a tornado for 8 seconds and wonder why they is always broke. Broken wallets, broken bones, broken dreams.”
“Yup, I reckoned you’re right Daddy but he’s here to pick me up anyway.”
The sight of the pick up truck brought all the pain home.
“Cain’t no one ride that mean son’ a bitch.”
“I reckon, but I just need 8 seconds.”
“He likes to spin left, been known to sunfish. When he throws ya and he will, don’t let him catch you on the inside. He’ll kill you.”
A quick nod of thanks.
“Open the gate Old Man.”
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