He was that close to me
Here’s a small story.
I went a little out of my way to go to lunch today. It’s fun to ride my motorcycle around a bit, The Pie makes the best pizza in Utah, and it’s also fun to ride past the place I lived when I was going to the university. Nostalgia and all that. I had a pepperoni zappi, thanks for asking. It was good. I ate the whole thing.
As I was riding back to the office, I decided to ride back through the Avenues district, which is where I used to live. Pleasant tree-lined avenues with some absolutely fantastic houses and yards. And a traffic jam of some sort as I approached B Street on Third Avenue. I sort of scooted by on the shoulder, just because it looked like someone was playing silly buggers up on B Street.
Yeah, well, the someone was a cop, so I figured it was going to be a while. I noticed another bike parked on the side of the road and the Harley Dude standing on the corner, so I parked my bike next to his and wandered over.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“President is coming,” he says.
“President… ?” I ask.
“President Bush.”
Wow, I gotta keep up on the news.
Turns out, Dubya was headed up to some fundraiser in the Upper Avenues. So I stood there on the corner with Harley Dude and some other guy who came by “to flip him off”. He grinned when he told me this, said it “was his duty.” Then he wondered out loud if he would be arrested for doing so. I said, “Well, it *is* Utah…”
The streets in the Avenues are not very wide, so when the motorcade did finally go by, I figure I was standing about 15 feet from where the President was in his limo. Oh, and that’s a freakin’ huge posse. That’s the way he rolls.
Duty Guy did flip him off as he passed–and then wandered off, clearly pleased with himself. After a few minutes, Traffic Cop pulled the barricades out of the way and we all left.
That’s my story for the day.
