J.D. Salinger's The Catcher In The Rye.
Darrio Argento's Suspiria.
You know, the shit that your parents got down with before capitalism turned them into robots? The stuff your creepy uncle was always talking about while trying to sound intelligent in front of yet another random girlfriend that he brought to Thanksgiving dinner? Good, tried and true classics that have been around forever and will stick around for a long time yet.
On Monday, I got to experience another great classic: Right turns from left lanes.
Yup... an old, honest to goodness American classic, brought to motorcycle riders on a daily basis by irresponsible drivers in cars. Or, in this instance, 15 passenger cargo vans.
But hey... this isn't supposed to be another hard-times post about shit luck and Debbie Downer wah-wahs...
Not at all.
Instead, this post is to let everyone who's still reading know that on Monday I had what was quite possibly the most amazing good hair day of my entire life.
That's right... on Monday, my hair looked fantastic.
All day --- Before being cut off by a cargo van's last-second decision to shoot across my lane at 90 degrees to hit a perpendicular parking spot on the right. During the collision when I was bouncing off his van after a 20 foot, fully flared right-side powerslide (nailed it!) . And even afterwards, while I was shouting words of encouragement at the cowering driver through his barely cracked window... pick-me-ups such as "what the fuck was that" and "get the fuck out of that van right now you fucking stupid cunt".
Yup, my clip was looking TIGHT.
So here's to good haircuts and pomades, for keeping that shit where you put it, no matter what your day throws your way!
Thanks for letting me share this little tidbit of optimism --- good hair is rarely an easy task.
(Sorry, I don't have any photos of my amazing hair from Monday... just this stupid photo of a twisted-ass FXR)