Charming sounds

What is it about the sound of a bike wheel spinning that is both so familiar and charming? …like an old reel to reel film set into motion with the audience sitting on velvet flip down chairs, a fishing line being cast off into the depths of the water with a beautiful lure attached to its hook, the slight scratchy sound as the needle drops giving a kind of introduction to the constant static as a record turns….

A Pickletator: Castro Drives an Opel

Tonight a man stopped his car after I indicated in biker talk by sticking out my arm that I desired to turn. I think it is nice to give a nod of recognition of thanks when someone stops. As I gave my usual thank you glance and nod, I looked at the man who stopped. I was astonished as you may be right now reading this… but it was Fidel Castro. What does one do when the Cuban Dictator presents himself in this way? I really didn't know what to do. So I continued to give my nod of recognition with a smile and went down the ramps to my cushy bike parking space in awe.

I'd like to note two observations. One, I would have thought that he would have been driven by a chauffeur but no Fidel chose tonight to drive himself. And two, I thought he would have been driving a hybrid car or at least a motor bike, but no, it was just a regular white Opel.

At any rate, President Castro, thank you for letting me pass. Nice beard.
Very distinguished, I must say.