Eric Gregory Powell

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Two weeks ago I bought this scooter from a Turkish guy as an impromptu birthday present to myself. More than few years have passed since I first saw that closing scene in Wang Kar Wai's Fallen Angels. From that point on I knew that where I wanted to be and what I wanted to be doing would somehow involve riding a motorbike through a highway underpass in a major asian city while speaking any one of many Chinese dialects. Today when I was riding south on the east 4th ring road I at one time had a brand new Ferrari sportscar driven by a man maybe just into his 30's on my left side and 60 plus year old man peddling a cart piled with old matress, scrapes of metal wire, and empty plastic bottles on my right side. Somehow I felt content in the middle.