I don’t want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don’t want a tickle
’Cause I’d rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don’t want to die
I just want to ride on my motorcy...cle
Last week, seemingly out of the blue, this Arlo Guthrie song popped into my head, after years of not having been much in my head at all. Maybe because it’s getting to be summer, and there are a lot of motorcycles about. Maybe it’s because I’ve been thinking about death a bit. Maybe it’s because there’s no predicting where those jumping synapses will take me next.
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I'd definitely prefer a motorsickle to a pickle too.
I thought my father had made this song up, until I heard it on the radio one odd Saturday afternoon. That was an interesting moment, actually.
Bridgett: I'd say. That's a good story all by itself. (Maybe I'll read more about it someday...)
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