I live in a burb outside of San Diego known as Poway. Some people even refer to it as Podunk Poway. Until we moved here 10 years ago, it was a small town with a lot of small horse ranches. The developers have bought up those, built 20 houses where one used be and pushed the "Horsey Folks " as they are called around here out to Ramona. So now we have the typical American strip mall/main drag known as Poway Road. Fast food joints, gas stations, car dealerships, banks and tire stores. About the only redeeming value on the entire length of Poway Rd is a very beautiful town library. The Police station sits directly behind the library and of course the cops are teeming in that area. Soooooooo, to get the point, imagine my surprise yesterday when a kid on a crotch rocket started doing stand up wheelies and stoppies between the traffic lights in the library area. I was on my cell talking to Cappy who lives near my house which is about 1/2 mile away and he said he could hear it when the kid spun the revs up to about 13,000. All of which makes me think. When we were at the Tail of The Dragon, we ran into a kid on the Cumberland Gap side with a brand new Hyabusa all tore up on one side. He was grinnin from ear to ear and his buddies were all chattering because he was going to hang a side panel on the Tree of Fame. That's right, not the Tree of Shame as it was named, but The Tree of Fame. Seems like that's what it's all about with these young riders. Go so fast, do something so crazy you gain your 15 minutes of fame.
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