Date: Wed, 4 Oct 1995 06:24:34 -0700
Title: Bedroom Biker?

"The bike LIVED in your bedroom?  You mean you had to push it down
the stairs, through the kitchen, through the bar and out the front
door in order to ... ride it?"

"Hey, man, I don't have no fancy hidey holes, nowhere ta hide the damned
thang, man! It's not like I have some sort of lazaret or sumthin', ya
know?  All the spare space aroun here's fer eggs an garlic, man."
*laz.a.ret.to or laz.a.ret also laz.a.rette n, pl -rettos or -rets also
-rettes [It lazzaretto, alter. of Nazaretto, quarantine station in
Venice, fr. Santa Maria di Nazareth, church on the island where it
was located] (1549) 3: usu lazaret: a space in a ship between
decks used as a storeroom.

"Anyhow, I never rode it. I was afraid ta, ya know?  Hell, it was all I had
once you bought me out, man."

"Afraid to ride it?  Ray, that bike rode so smooth the only reason you
knew you were moving was the wind in your face. Any idea about who might
have ripped you off?"

"Nope, none, but whoever it was took it's a lamster, 'cause I told
George 'bout it and he said every CHP and sheriff in Arizona and the states
aroun it were a lookin' fer it."
*lam.ster also lam.is.ter n [lam + -ster] (1904): a fugitive esp. from the
law.

"Hows about a beer, Ray.  I'll buy us both one, ok?"


Anyone for Wednesday? The day of hump.
later,
d.





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