"Got Snow"

"Got Snow?" How to read the sticker on the rear fender of the huge plow on the lowest front of me sat my usually hurried way to work. As I waited with the rest of freezing, crowded masses for the light to change I just sense the sticker, the meaning of all this snow. Hell, I reflected on the meaning of life. I looked around and saw all the faces were sullen Staring Back and mountains of white powder ... So > Snow you need to do to divert the glare from the glasses ran out.

"Got Snow?" I muttered to nobody in particular. Then out of nowhere, struck me ... like a ton of bricks on his head. "It 's been a real overwhelming desire of my car, ripping the offending plow truck drivers on the road and beat the living daylights of him.

"Got Snow?" I was yelling at me now. The play unfolds before my eyes. "See ya, PAL, is all that I> Snow. Snow in my in my boots, snow in my socks, snow on the driveway and the snow on the slopes. I have so damn much snow, I'm thinking of selling some Eskimos. I yer snow, all right! "I do not think the poor guy would not have done better than hit, but it would sure feel good I did. Those who live in winter climate we are in urgent need for the liberation of our bike, but we must wait for the thaw of Usherin the spring.

This little 'fantasy has never played well and my little daydream was interrupted by the sound of horns in anger invades my senses. When I looked up, he was clumsy giant half up the mountain, as I thought it was a long line of traffic Sat frustrated before answering it was the gas pedal, the driver slipped behind me passed me on the left, cross and side .. . followed by the rest of the car in a row. Many of the drivers were kind enough to wavelittle "birds" to me, as she screamed things unspeakable. Oh, no offense would be complete without prejudice, for the moment the line went around me, had the red lights, changed and left me stranded again.

When I made my way up to the next traffic light in a two-lane road, a driver pulled next to me and revved his engine. I was determined this would be a holeshot (*) or die situation. I started the game and size. The other riders revved their engines higher. "Ah, a runner"I thought. I waited for the light turns yellow then preloads the brake and gas, just like in Moto-Cross and watched from the side, waiting to fall on the gate. Hm, I think, to change the light. Before the green light was full, I had the hammer fell, and was against the corner of Tears. I shifted the automatic transmission manually stretch each gear. The little engine that could, in fact! I looked in the rearview mirror and the other driver was hanging right with me.They wanted to make a good race.

"I came up," ". I will keep the gas floored by the turn and dropped like a hot potato," I thought I checked the mirror again and saw that I also dropped my worthy opponent.

"Yes, yes!" I screamed, fist pumping the air. A feeling of contentment washed over me as we rolled up to the next traffic light, I had hit my opponent with free space. When the other driver stopped for me, I watched with my best Mike LaRocca (**) Race Face.They were not impressed, just looked at me as if I had two heads. I did not care. I lost it, it was so easy. When I pulled out my way to work Sonotone garage where I work for Ma Bell (***).

I smiled at each other galvo Tech Splicer and I came across. They even see me as I had two heads. It did not matter, my oats flowed faster than wine at a toga party in college, I was radiating confidence. Sireee Yes, Bob, I could be in snow and frozen withmy bike gathering rust and dust in the garage, but I felt the thrill of victory. I felt the adrenaline of a long road with a truly worthy opponent. Yup, the woman of 80 years, they have in their Ford Escort, what hit you. You will notice the next time we bump into a light that I have something for them. Got snow?

* To move or the hole-shot way to lose your opponents on the track at the first corner of the race.

** Mike LaRocca is aProfessional motocross rider with two national championships to his credit. His "Race Face", the grave area to see that all the best athletes before the race is appalling. His piercing, icy blue-eyed gaze exudes the atmosphere that could kill a man with bare hands.

*** An old pet name for the system of the Bell Telephone companies. Since the breakup of the Bell System in the early '80s, the period just my technicians and will be used.