the langoliers
Jun. 13th, 2004 09:43 pmyesterday a beautiful ride on the bike up to fond du lac. saw g-bo's new puppy, what a raging ball of fur! i swear its half rabbit, it was hoping over the baby gate that keeps the pugs in the dining room. taunting them! so cute though.
then to see chronicles of riddick. pretty darn good....so much to look at, very visual, and the script was pretty decent too...nice character development with riddick too. left open for a third film, but who knows?
then more riding....86 degrees, yummy sun...bob and dana on his bike next to us. just following route 151 with no idea where we were going. then cresting this hill we hit this wall of fog, as if standing in that exact spot, left arm sunburned, right arm cold and damp. yes, that drastic. not kidding. we drive further in and its dark and cold, the kind of sky that wasnt raining, but you thought a tornado was right around the corner.
it was like driving into the langoliers by stephen king, as if we had driven into yesterday. i had to stop myself from turning around and looking for those creatures that eat the past.
then when looking for a way back to the land of light we came over this other hill, met by the headlights of god. thats what it felt like anyway...the sun burning through and showing us out...killed more time at the tattoo shop, and then we struggled home on wet brakes and my keen eyesight looking for animal sign in the thick dripping fog. i earned some biker chick street cred for sure. every couple of stop signs i had to clean boys glasses so he could see.
glad when we broke through the fog and had a clear ride home.
then to see chronicles of riddick. pretty darn good....so much to look at, very visual, and the script was pretty decent too...nice character development with riddick too. left open for a third film, but who knows?
then more riding....86 degrees, yummy sun...bob and dana on his bike next to us. just following route 151 with no idea where we were going. then cresting this hill we hit this wall of fog, as if standing in that exact spot, left arm sunburned, right arm cold and damp. yes, that drastic. not kidding. we drive further in and its dark and cold, the kind of sky that wasnt raining, but you thought a tornado was right around the corner.
it was like driving into the langoliers by stephen king, as if we had driven into yesterday. i had to stop myself from turning around and looking for those creatures that eat the past.
then when looking for a way back to the land of light we came over this other hill, met by the headlights of god. thats what it felt like anyway...the sun burning through and showing us out...killed more time at the tattoo shop, and then we struggled home on wet brakes and my keen eyesight looking for animal sign in the thick dripping fog. i earned some biker chick street cred for sure. every couple of stop signs i had to clean boys glasses so he could see.
glad when we broke through the fog and had a clear ride home.
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Date: 2004-06-14 02:28 pm (UTC)What bike?
I think The Langoliers was inspired by too many drug-addled games of Pacman. It would have been if I'd written, anyway.
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Date: 2004-06-18 11:47 am (UTC)good call on the pac-man thing.
(:3