Selected quotations: T

I who have copied down this story, or more accurately fantasy, do not credit the details of the story, or fantasy. Some things in it are devilish lies, and some poetical figments; some seem possible and others not; some are for the enjoyment of idiots.

So what? I thought. I was tired of these filthy-rich thugs from Planet Hollywood. They ride like old women and they can't hold their liquor. They will never understand the kind of high-white, otherworldly grace that comes with whipping around a blind, downhill, half-wet corner into a wall of huge eucalyptus trees at 155 miles an hour with a Peterbilt suddenly looming out of the fog in the oncoming lane and kind of wavering out there in the long thin beam of your headlight ....

Ah, but never mind that morbid freaky kind of thinking, eh? I'm a BMW man, myself---but what the hell? I gave up riding in gangs a long time ago, and anything that you can drive with one hand at night on a two-lane road at 90 miles an hour in fourth gear is about as fast as I need these days ....

Almost any fool can crank a big bike up to 180 or so---but slowing the bastard down on a diminishing-radius curve into some greasy little freeway is a whole different gig.

If God spare my life, ere many years, I wyl cause a boye that dryveth the plough shall know more of the scripture than thou doest!