Ponderings of an odd sort. . .

[DoF Archive]

Date: 6/20/2003 12:47 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From: Pslyder FTA


           The open road, nowhere to be, nothing cluttering the mind, just the breeze, a good cigarette, and the scent of a woman fading off of the leather.  Sure, his knee ached, but that would pass in time.  Then he snorted.  Thoughts flashed through his mind.  Pictures of those he's met.  Jade, the one who was actually disgusted by him.  Parisia, who seemed to be on a similar track.  PJ, who was a constant source of surprise.  Cinthie, who's brazenness was her most endearing quality, although those who'd seen the vids of her pool fights would argue otherwise.  Aria, who was mysterious and self-effacing almost to a fault.  Lilith, who's child bore part of his name, simply because he'd been there when the little tyke was born.  Max, who finally got his just deserts.  Harris.  Grayson.  Onyx.  Tony.  Cory.  Almost countless others.  It almost shocked him to realize that for one who prided himself on being able to blend into the shadows to be so well known.  He'd grumbled when he found himself in this changed location, and he was grumbling now to see just how this place had changed him in his time here.  He weighed the pros and cons of his situation.  On the plus side, all of these new chummers of his certainly wouldn't end up facing the chunky salsa effect anytime soon.  But on the minus part of the equation, he hadn't done a whole lot to endear himself to any of them.  He spent most of the rest of the night ride wondering if he should change that, and if he could, how would he do it?  Giving everyone bikes would only cut down on his ability to make enough money to live on, so how would he go about it?  He rode on, continuing his pondering in the doppler echoes of the exhaust. . .