
To know a machine is to have reached your hands inside the oily, metal innards of it. It is to have fixed a problem with the machine and then find out there�s a new one only to find out there never was a problem to begin with. To know a machine is to have sat on a curb in the middle of somewhere and say �Why the hell?� The week spent on the road "that way" contained few moments of human entanglement. Ren showed no sympathy or regret. The week he spent on the road, he spent alone. A moped is the vehicle of a loner. Motorcycles ride in gangs, cars carry groups, kids rollerskate together. The simple one-cylinder engine of a moped can barely carry a 141 pound passenger. |
