It was too fast to capture, but I'd like to describe this scene for all of you.

He's on a dilapidated Harley-Davidson,, clearly not well maintained, but well loved. It has seen thousands upon thousands of sun-beaten miles.

Despite his speed, which isn't all that fast now that I really think about it, I can see the grease stains on his t-shirt, the kind that you get from piling grease upon grease..., never washing the shirt that you gorge yourself in on many mcdonald's delights, continuing to wear it until your black shirt loses any opacity that it may have once possessed.

The thing that truly caught my eye, however, was the fact that this man, riding a motorcycle, was wearing a kneepad for a helmet.

A kneepad for a helmet.