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Max Just Ain't Much of a Biker Since the Accident
A guest Probeatorial by
"Mad Dog" Curtis, Sons of Sinbad
I know we all had a lot of trouble getting through the
rough time when Max had his accident, but that was
over a year and a half ago, and there's something I
just gotta get off my chest. Maybe it's just the Jack
Daniels doing the talking, but Max just isn't that
much fun to ride with anymore. Oh, sure, he's still
the same old guy here at the Dirty Dog when we're
sucking back Buds like old times. In fact, he looked
up from his straw the other day and sort of smiled at
me, you know, the way his mouth sort of turns up
before he drools. Yeah, that's old Maxie.
But you'll get these times when he just sort of harps
at ya, like you're some kid and not an old biker
brother. It's all like "helmet helmet this" and
"helmet helmet that." And even when I *do* wear a
helmet, he's all like "that chrome spike ain't gonna
protect your brain pan" and all that. I don't even
want to park next to him sometimes, what with his
whole thing about the bull's horns mounted on my
handlebars. You know that voice he uses when he gets
mad at ya -- the voice he had before the speech
therapist started teaching him his name again.
You know I'm serious about safety as anyone. That's
why I always wear my leathers with the brass knuckles
on the side, so my Christy's got a place to grab on
good from the back. And I threw out my "If you can
read this, the bitch fell off" T-shirt last week when
Max got out of the rehab home.
Hey, I know, how 'bout we leather up that chair of
his? You know, chop it real good and polish up that
rebel flag of his -- you remember the one we salvaged
from the crash scene? That'll probably make him
remember the way we used to be, before he got all
"shshshshsafety firshshshst" on us.
(Transcribed by Travis Reutenik)
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