"It was as quiet as Marcel Marceau with his face hidden. It was almost as quiet as Derek Jeter's eyes."
Whoa. Now that's some serious quiet.
The other day, a biker rode near me on the road and I had to do a double-take. The dude was wearing a jacket that read 'Harley Davidson' near the back collar side. The irony? I could not hear a single peep from the exhaust pipe. Whoa. Serious business. His bike, when he road past me, seemed quiet. How quiet? OK, you are not going to believe this.
Very quiet. I mean, TOTALLY quiet. It was as quiet as Marcel Marceau with his face hidden. It was almost as quiet as Derek Jeter's eyes. As quiet as the house in the Ol' Saint Nicholas (Santa Clause) rhyme. (Not a creature was stirring; not even a mouse.) I mean, you just couldn't get any quieter. But how in the heck does that make sense? When I saw his jacket, I thought: "This CAN'T be a Harley rider. No way, no how!"
Maybe about three minutes later, the guy was driving closer to me. And I listened. And, OK, I finally sort of came back to reality as I heard the dude's exhaust. But it was faint. You know, it's those kinds of times when you want the guy to pull up to you at the stoplight so you can give him a big "Thank you!" salute. He's the kind of biker you'd wish you could buy him a pint of Seagram's 7 Crown blended whiskey -- if you had the money.
He made my day, right there.
Dude, if you're that biker -- and you're reading this -- drop me a line and I seriously will buy you a pint of Seagram's 7 Crown blended whiskey. As the late Harry Caray would have said, "Holy Cow!"
Quiet Regards,
The Daily Decibel
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The above post is re-printed from September, 2011.
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Whoa. Now that's some serious quiet.
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| Hey, Cookie! Guess what I saw today! |
The other day, a biker rode near me on the road and I had to do a double-take. The dude was wearing a jacket that read 'Harley Davidson' near the back collar side. The irony? I could not hear a single peep from the exhaust pipe. Whoa. Serious business. His bike, when he road past me, seemed quiet. How quiet? OK, you are not going to believe this.
Very quiet. I mean, TOTALLY quiet. It was as quiet as Marcel Marceau with his face hidden. It was almost as quiet as Derek Jeter's eyes. As quiet as the house in the Ol' Saint Nicholas (Santa Clause) rhyme. (Not a creature was stirring; not even a mouse.) I mean, you just couldn't get any quieter. But how in the heck does that make sense? When I saw his jacket, I thought: "This CAN'T be a Harley rider. No way, no how!"
Maybe about three minutes later, the guy was driving closer to me. And I listened. And, OK, I finally sort of came back to reality as I heard the dude's exhaust. But it was faint. You know, it's those kinds of times when you want the guy to pull up to you at the stoplight so you can give him a big "Thank you!" salute. He's the kind of biker you'd wish you could buy him a pint of Seagram's 7 Crown blended whiskey -- if you had the money.
He made my day, right there.
Dude, if you're that biker -- and you're reading this -- drop me a line and I seriously will buy you a pint of Seagram's 7 Crown blended whiskey. As the late Harry Caray would have said, "Holy Cow!"
Quiet Regards,
The Daily Decibel
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| The late Harry Caray |
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The above post is re-printed from September, 2011.
Permalink: http://www.thedailydecibel.com/2012/07/derek-jeters-eyes-it-was-truly-that.html
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