A Conversation With Libby
I thought we'd do an impromptu interview with Libby. We haven't heard from her for awhile.
Kevin Parsons: Hello, Libby, how are you?
Libby: I'm not speaking to you.
KP: What? What's wrong?
L: Wrong? You stuck me in a dark garage all winter, then took me to your house and placed me here.
L: In the garage. Between these two...things.
K: Oh, right. The Hayabusa and the Honda XR400 dirt bike.
L: A dirt bike. I shudder. Why would any motorcycle want to go in the dirt?
K: Well, it's built for it. It's a lot smaller and light-
L: Oh, so I'm fat.
K: You're just...designed for a different application.
L: Speaking of fat, nothing makes a bike feel fat like being parked next to that hideous purple thing there.
K: It's pretty small and narrow. Fast too.
L: It sure is grumpy.
K; You'd be grumpy too if you only got to ride a couple of times a year, at most, and only for a minute.
L: What a pathetic life for a bike.
K: Oh, but when she's going fast, she sings.
L: Like sixty and above...
K: More like a hundred fifty. then she starts to sing.
K: Uh, he. It's just a bike.
L: Ooooh! So you're seeing another bike. While I sit in this garage. I'm built to ride, you know.
K: I know,I know. Been busy. But I've taken you out.
L: Oh, right. Commuting. I just love sitting at red lights.
K: Tell you what. A week from Saturday, I'll take you to see Dad.
L: At Lake Havasu?
L: We'll ride through little towns?
K: Sure. Searchlight, Needles, or we could go through Laughlin, Bullhead City....
L: Oh, goody goody! And no freeways!
K: Uh, we'll hit 40. Can't avoid it.
L: But mostly highways, right?
K: Yep. Open road, curving highways. And almost no traffic lights.
L; Wonderful. And one other thing.
K: Anything, Libby.
L: Get rid of those other two.
K: Not happening girl. Sorry.
L: Do it or I'll blow my lower case seals.
K: Right. You're a Gold Wing. Now if you said, 'Burn out my headlights,' I'd believe you.
L: What's that supposed to mean?
K: It means in 45,000 miles, you're on your third set.
L: I'll have you know I run with them all day, all night.
K: Well, you could burn them out a lot less.
L: Well I never! Next time I'll refuse to start.
K: Fat chance.
L: Did you say fat?
K: It was a colloquialism.
L: Don't use big words on me! Get me some unleaded fuel. Carbon fiber parts. titanium, aluminum-
K: Give it a rest girl.
L: I'm not speaking to you.
K: Like that's going to work. You warned that at the beginning of the interview.
K; Okay... I guess this interview is over.