The Squid.(experienced motorcyclist talks with a teenager)(Brief Article)

Publication: Rider

Publication Date: 01-JUN-01

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COPYRIGHT 2001 Ehlert Publishing Group

He only came over to me because he admired my full-face helmet; the recently released big yellow touring bike I had ridden up on made no impression on him. The helmet-a new, expensive, high-zoot model that I was testing--was the only one the manufacturer had been able to send. It had wild, racer-replica paint and graphics and a reflective iridium face shield, a combination that makes the wearer look simultaneously like a road-racer and an astronaut. It made me feel kind a silly "Whoa dude, that's the new So-and-So Replica lid, isn't it? I've only seen it in pictures till now. Can I look at it?"

I could barely contain my amusement. He was a classic squirrelly kid, a squid, a term that--among my riding cronies--you only call one another with a smile...

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