This is a shitty, shitty photo, but YOU try getting a better shot at 70 miles an hour in the dark during traffic from the passenger seat with your cell phone. But check this lady out. Red bike. Red leathers. Red … I don’t know, fluffy helmet cover thing that looks for all the world like red hair billowing tumultuously in the wind as she tears down the freeway (without the major inconvenience and subsequent impenetrable monolock of actually having loose hair on a motorcycle).
Check her out, and tell me I did not pass War on I-25.
And this as well. If I was listening to Queen at the time, it’s not all that significant, because I’m usually listening to Queen.
But still. Ineffable, eh?