Imagine this...

...if ya kin? cruizin West bound on I-10 in the fast lane on my BMW R1150GSA...i see bunches of brake lites up ahead, so i begin to grab the dotted white line to my right..."cuttin traffic" as it's legally known in LA. i'm almost to the lines and i catch a glimpse of a black car barrelin down on the red rig i'm about to pass...well those brake lites up ahead have now caught up to us. the red car hits the brakes hard, cuz we're all doin about 40-50 mph. the black rig slams on his brakes, lockin all the tires up, smoke rollin, he slams into this fine little red rig in the left rear...knocking the right rear out and around towards me and then it all played out like one of those slow motion stunt scenes you see in movies...the red cars rear bumper comes over to me...i can't just hop into the next lane because all three of the "next" lanes are full up w/ all the other thousands of yo-yo's going home. so i inch over as much as it seems i can while this little red bumper is chasing me. it catches up to me and my left foot which is holding on tite to my left foot peg. that red bumper comes over and a little too affectionately kisses my heel into my motorbike chassis. kisses me hard enough to scooch my rear wheel about four-six inches to the right...thankfully no more. looking down and up and keeping the bike upright...i coast to a stop a few yards ahead, feeling some stinging in my boot. wow, i made it! and then i decide to sit in the fast lane at 7pm and watch traffic go by for a bit on this fine wednesday evenin...with a beat to shit red rig 40 yards East of me...somehow the black car went thru all four lanes of traffic and parked on the other side...then what do i see...a hispanic guy in a blue and white striped shirt running West bound to the next off ramp. it didn't seem right to me so i frantically got up and dug out my lovely little Lumix camera and zoomed in on his running ass and snapped a couple photos...until CHP finally arrived. probably one of those god damn illegal aliens w/o insurance, damn near killin others and myself! yea, yea...it could of been a 90210 broad or could have been my neighbor...but it wasn't!

My precious...

...little girl, such young love
Look how sweet she lay
Part of me she is, hair teeth and my hazel she got
We climbed up I kissed her butter soft head and ever so gently pushed
You got it all wrong, we were just playing on the slide
She was doing so well, seemed like she could go by herself
I ran down, fast as I could...gust of wind blew
Binky lay covered in sand, while I clutch her little hand
That damn cop kept sayin, keep your hands up
His flash light scorching my eyes, yelling he was
You're all jacked up, now you're going away
Her name was Autumn Hazel