I’m gonna tell ya’ll a story about the first whip in the scrolly cause I reckon it’s a quality ride & it deserves the mic for a bit.
Over the past couple of days, I’ve been hanging in a special little town in NZ & have been nothing short of blown away by the caliber of wheels slapping the concrete on the daily.
Sometimes I just can’t believe my god damn eyes.
This particular set of wheels had been getting around town…a little conservatively, in my humble opinion.
The first time I heard her was from my fav coffee shop on the corner. A prime vantage point for people perusing, car gazing & Coconut Cappuccinos. With intent, I looked up from my writings, in anticipation. Was I about to bear witness to something monumental? Humming through the roundabout, 2nd exit, it all happened so fast.
Like there she was & there she wasn’t. Leaving me with merely enough time to pick my jaw up off the floor, let alone scramble for my camera. For a split second I thought I’d reached car nirvana. Not the first time I’ve been left high n dry.
Alas, I needed more.
I knew it wasn’t ideal to long for something so hard but the thought of having a moment with her parked sent me into another realm.
It was Sunday afternoon and I was on a bicycle in a random back street semi lost and quietly glad about it.
That’s the cool thing about vacay. You got nowhere to be, unless you fuck with Contiki.
The sky was so damn blue and as I observed how immaculate the gardens were, Erykah B graced my ears.
I don’t generally listen to neo soul but on that day, her voice was hitting different.
And that’s when I saw her, for shorter than a split second, she graced me. Every ounce of my being yearned to get on the tail but as I sped up, the realisation quickly loomed that my busted up bike wasn’t going to be able to handle the heat.
Next stop: Servo, fresh tyre, wheel re alignment.
As I rolled, yet another scene presented itself (see pic #2).
There’s a lot about certain structures, colours and composition that jus make’a my brain tingle.
Bike leaning on the wall, I set a new roll of film & looked to my left. There the fuck she was.
Parked up, sittin pretty, lookin’ like noones bitch.