Neil Fein's Blog

My car is an old, red commuter-style compact car, and it lets a lot of road noise in through its plastic doors and walls. So the noise of the motorcycle blended in at first, but soon the roaring, buzzing drone was unmistakable soon. And I realized I was being passed on the left by a motorcycle. I saw it out of the corner of my eye, keeping an eye on the road and an ear on the radio.

As he continued to pass me, I noticed that the driver, a large and wide man, was wearing a leather jacket too large even for him. The wind took care of that, though, to the point where it looked like he was wearing a jacket filled with air. Topped by a helmet. Despite the impression of mass, I thought, just for a moment, I thought that there might be no driver, just a figure of air.

Then the radio cut in with static, and I reminded myself that this was my forth day in a row without caffeine. I drove to work behind the 'cycle for most of the 35 mph drive.