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Traveling in Style |
My friends wanted to drive the Batmobile,
The General Lee,
Magnum P.I.’s Ferrari Testarossa,
Ronald Reagan’s Presidential Limousine,
Steve McQueen’s 1968 Highland Mustang.
And me?
No contest:
Prince’s Honda 400 from Purple Rain.
I saved my allowance for the better part of two years in the hopes
Of buying one of those for my sixteenth birthday,
Replete with purple chassis,
Prince’s ever-present androgynous symbol painted just below the windshield,
The black banana seat long enough to fit my own Appollonia Kotero
Right behind me.
And don’t just chalk this up to some adolescent pipe dream that gladly
Remains behind with other embarrassing obsessions of teen-hood
(Baggy M.C. Hammer pants, baseball cards, Bon Jovi, 21 Jump Street).
One day in the very near future I just may show up to work
Wearing black leather pants,
A white Pirate shirt,
Purple overcoat and thigh-high boots,
The perfect ensemble for a man astride the single greatest technological achievement
Of the twentieth century.
copyright 2009
Paul Kareem
Tayyar |
