HIGH ON THE HOG

摘要

Someone told me the other day that there's 185 industrial uses for a pig. So I guess that makes me number 186. Which is kinda weird, 'cos until a few years ago, the closest I'd come to a real pig was riding my hog - my big, black, Harley Davidson '08 VRSCD Night Rod. Aww yeah!... I was one with the machine, roaring downrnthe highway, growling up the hills, grunting and snorting at the poncey Japanese bikes stopped at the lights. I practically lived on my hog. Couldn't separate us. Even after the crash. Not that I remember much about that. I remember the 'squeeeeeeall..." of the tyres as I took off from the lights, then the pigs behind me. The cops, I mean. And I remember a strange feeling of dislocation like I was somewhere floating, watching body and machine as we slammed into the road, scraping along making one hell of a racket... once I would have said 'like a stuck pig' but I'm more considerate now. They said later it was like we'd been welded together, my leg fused with the chassis. Nothing they could do but cut us apart.