Okay, that was bad-ass.

On the interstate--we're talking multiple lanes here--two motorcycles pass. Wheelie. Both of them, right by me, only a dotted line separating us. On one wheel. The back one, forever, until I couldn't see them anymore. Who knows if they're even alive anymore. But dude. Rock. One guy was practically standing straight up.

Good songs by crazy people: Weezer, We are all on Drugs; Hole, Softer, Softest; The Beach Boys, God Only Knows; Fiona Apple, Paper Bag; Guns n Roses, You Could Be Mine