The old man had inoperable cancer.
The old man's wife was dead
And the old man's kids didn't like him,
So the old man sold most everything
And bought a motorcycle
And the old man got back
To the backroads, to the roads he'd so
Enjoyed as a young man,
And the old man figured what the hell,
I'm sick I don't have long I might
As well die falling off this thing
Somewhere; this affordable, this moving,
This very roaring thing on these last roads.
Liam Rector, The Executive Director of the Fallen World (University of Chicago Press, 2006)
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