haven’t heard from the pope yet, but i did come across his boss’s bike
i know, i know, i seem to be holding a grudge against/with his holiness regarding the seeming lack of interest in my phone calls and letters. i can appreciate that, but it’s wrong. nah, i just wanted to say ‘hey, how you doing’ and so uh, i’m cool with the frigid treatment (there’s a pun in there somewhere, sorry) besides, he does have other things to do. i did tho find god’s bike today; that is if god were to ride; and i’m sure he does, god’s a cool dude, i can see god flying down the m6 (or route 66, or the ventura highway or the pacific coast highway) on a black shadow, long flowing hair flying beneath his helmet (heck yeah, god wears a helmet dude, god’s no fool)
yeah i know, neither the pope or his boss would be caught dead on a bike, granted, but if they were to ride, you can bet your life it would be on a 1948/49 vincent black shadow model b and that you can take to the bank. now that’s what (this bike) i’d say is the stuff that dreams are made of!