"You're getting close to the finish line,"
the Doctor said."
"When you say, 'the finish line...'
What do you mean", I ask.
"I mean Death," he said.
"That's what I thought you meant," I said
*
*
*
*
Then the Doctor went on to say, "Maybe
you shouldn't be riding a bicycle anymore."
"What d'ya mean?" I ask.
"Well, you passed out and hit a curb on
Fisher street. Maybe you should switch
to a tricycle."
"Jesus, Doc! This is turning into kind
of a rough meeting... If I'm about to cross
the finish line, I don't think I want to go out
of a rough meeting... If I'm about to cross
the finish line, I don't think I want to go out
riding a tricycle... Tho there is a Jamaican
saying..."
"What's that?" the Doctor asked.
"Once a man and twice a child," I said.
"Very good," he says... "Think about
the tricycle."
*
Later that week, I talked to a friend
who's a mechanic.
He said:
"Go ahead, buy a tricycle.
I'll put a lawnmower motor in the basket.
You'll go like a bat out of hell."
"That sounds good," I said.
"Make sure you buy a tricycle
with brakes," he said, "You're gonna
need them."
*
(C) 2016 by W.G. Milne
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