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?


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!