Now I don't have to tell you that cars are stupid as the reasons are obvious. They're ugly, loud, annoying, and slippery inside. I am still very upset because Dad says they're the only way to get to the beach (something I don't wholy believe) but as of now it seems dear reader that if we wish to enjoy the many perks outside we will have to endure a painful car trip.
Unless we can extort the secrets of The Motorcycle.
Half man, half machine, The Motorcycle seems to have replaced his lower extremeties with a series of wheels and motors that enable him to go faster than any being on this planet. He can cross the street in an instant and even when not encumbered by a slow-footed human I still cannot even reach half his speed.
I hope to one day gain his secrets as I endlessly pursue him during his frequent passage down our street. I would wonder what he's searching for but I know with his speed anything he could possibly have sought since the beginning of time is already in his possession.
And so I close with a message to The Motorcycle if you ever read this: How were you able to exchange your fallible legs for an infallible set of wheels and are they available in beast size? I would be able to become king of the beach as no being great or small would be able to compete with my speed.
Someday, someday...
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