OK, Here Goes...My December Exercise....
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|Tue, 12-14-1999 - 10:21pm|
OK, Here Goes...My December Exercise. (Cringe)
Harrison Riverside felt the wind on his knuckles as he gripped the handlebars. It whistled beneath his helmet. He wished he had worn gloves on this crisp April morning. He sailed past the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike rather than counting them like in that old Simon and Garfunkel song that played in his head on mornings such as this.
Mornings like this made Harry want more out of life. He itched for adventure. He longed for some variety. He wanted to do something new and daring. As daring as his life got these days was to ride his motorcycle to work in New York City. Laura, his wife of twenty blessed years, fretted when he took the bike in to work. She let him know about it too. So tomorrow he would probably take the old Volkswagen Beetle.
But now it was Harry and his bike against the rush hour traffic bound from New Jersey to the Big Apple. Road Warrior came to mind as he passed a black Corvette.
As he drove past the Science Museum he thought he might take the kids there this weekend to see the animated dinosaurs hawked on the marquee. Perhaps this summer he would take them mountain climbing. He knew Laura would not want to go. She would stay at home and worry or pace in a nearby motel. Perhaps he could send her off on a cruise to see the solar eclipse while he and Jeff and Angela scaled an easy peak. They were both in high school now and he knew that there were not too many years left for him to take them on an adventure.
Harrison Riverside resisted the urge to pass a slow station wagon in the Holland Tunnel. He thought about it just as he rode over the paint on the road that warned “STAY IN LANE.’ Harrison Riverside had always been a good boy. Harrison Riverside had gotten good grades in school. Harrison Riverside always followed the rules. Harry Riverside had just recently decided that Harrison Riverside was very, very boring.
It was Harry Riverside who wound his bike through the streets of New York. It was Harry Riverside who cut off a taxi. Harry Riverside knew there was a furniture delivery in his office building this morning. Harry Riverside had a plan.
In his black leather jacket with his suit coat packed neatly in a saddlebag, Harry Riverside jumped the curb at the National Bank building. Harry Riverside barely blinked as he drove his shiny black and chrome Harley through the open double doors of the building. Harry Riverside parked his bike in the lobby of the bank. That was a very unusual thing for a bank vice president to do.