#shotsfired!

So I'm on my way into work this morning. Headed down 85 S in my usual manner. Having a pretty good morning...even managed to eat breakfast which consisted of OJ and a turkey sausage biscuit! The morning commute is usually not too eventful which is a good thing because an 'event' would usually consist of an accident of some sort which would then back up traffic and subsequently have me on the highway with my brow wrinkled. So I'm riding along in the far left lane when this man passes me on the oldest motorcyle I think I've ever seen. I'm talking pre-CHIPs, pre-Police Academy 1-6, and damn sure pre-Fast & The Furious. For this reason one of my girlfriends said it was a 'motorbike' and not quite what we would call a 'motorcycle' here in 2011. It's an older black man clearly pushing this contraption to it's max and his look on the bike with his circa 1976 helmet was just as intense as the overall situation. I think I even caught a glimpse of a number on the bike....as though it was a racing bike of some sort at one time. #PAUSE So he passes me and after I chuckle a bit to myself about the visual of it all, I'm now simply driving along listening to a lil Mary J. to get my mind right for the work day.

All of a sudden I hear: POW! POW!....POW! My first immediate reflex was to begin to duck a bit as I try not to steer my car into the cement barrier on my left. Are those gun shots!?! And they sound close! Am I caught in the middle of a gang war right here on the highway? Who the hell has a beef so tough at 8:00 in the morning that you just go to shootin on a highway? I mean it's hard to mess up breakfast food, but an overcooked egg does make me a lil aggressive...but I digress. Again, POW! POW! So I'm looking around in all of my mirrors to see if I can spot anyone driving eratically behind me or if I see anything out of the ordinary. Nothing. By this time, the music is off and my awareness level is on ORANGE/RED as TSA would say! Then it dawns on me as I approach this "Roaring 20's" motorbike....this mothafucka is back-firing! Here I am feeling like Cain at the end of Menace II Society and these 'shots' are simply back-firings from this old ass rigged up motorbike! I immediately become tickled as I eventually pass the man because his facial expression under that medieval viking helmet never changes as though he didn't hear his bike 'shooting' at everyone on 85 this morning!

The Good Word: Yes, we are a resourceful people and can 'rig' & 'finagle' unlike any others. But sometimes enough is enough. Him continuing to ride that 'aggressive' motorbike was the equivalent of tacking a milk crate to a backboard without a hoop. We've got to recognize boundaries people. I hope there's no malfunctions with the gas shaft sir. With all that 'open fire' shit could get real fucked up....real quick for you in July....in the south!