Wednesday, April 02, 2008

The Refined Hooligan

Last night I rode to hear my bass teacher's final recital for his DMA. I love riding to classical concerts. Motorcycles and Beethoven are two great tastes that go great together. I particularly love riding to concerts at ASU, because parking is a nightmare over there.

Apart from that fun, however, is the stir a leather (or Joe Rocket mesh, in this case) clad biker makes among the musically snooty. I always dress up a bit for the concerts, but leathers and a helmet are hard to disguise (and really, why hide them?). Everyone turns to look.

At times like these, it's tempting to do an Incredible Hulk impression, Gary-style.

People-watching at classical concerts is always fun, because there are a lot of people who are very serious about how much they enjoy classical music. The concert I recently attended at the Phoenix Symphony had several such creatures in attendance (and a Cruella DeVille look-a-like, no kidding). They do not smile.

So, by riding to these concerts, I get to ride my motorcycle, hear some great music, and point and laugh at the funny funny people. What's not to love?

3 comments:

Mr Motorcycle said...

Lucky, Picturing you doing an Incredible Hulk impression while wearing leathers amongst a bunch of hoity toities made me LMAO. Almost spit coffee all over my computer.

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Lucky said...

Spilt coffee is the greatest compliment.



And as for YOU, mr anonymous-comment-spammer, back to the depths where you belong!