A low rider bouncing

There are days, precious few in these uncertain times, when it feels like the universe is in complete alignment, if only for the briefest moment. Saturday was a cool, calm morning. The overcast weather set a somber tone. But seeing as how I was pulling on a coat and tie, nice slacks and real [manly] footwear, it felt like everything was working in a coherent fashion. Cool weather for dressing up. The housework is done therefore, it’s time to spool up Wagner’s Greatest Hits, a little Mahler, and some Copeland — a distinct change in the play list from the classic rock of the earlier part of the week. There’s nothing quite as good as Soul Hat or the Motor City Madman to get the trailer paint and repair juices motivated. Seems like everyone is getting married these days, at least, that’s the report on the wires, judging from the way the phone is ringing. Or is it just the message which I get when I answer that phone? Things I saw on my way home last night, still wearing my coat and tie — there’s got to be an easier way to do this — I sat down at quarter ’til nine, started reading within five minutes, and didn’t get any kind of a break until well past eleven thirty. Then I was out of there at midnight — took the slow, meandering route home, long enough to drop the paycheck off at the bank in the box, too — but back to what I saw…. A long parade of “Nuestro Destino” low riders, easing down the street in parade formation…. Mechanical Bull (stimulated or is that simulated bull riding machine) behind a defunct hip hop Latino club, soon to be something else — the bull must be left over from a previous occupant…. very country guys with cowboy hats and boots, yee–hawing into the night…. a couple arguing [might have a been a discussion for all I know, just very agitated and animated] in Italian [or something similar which isn’t Spanish or French]…. And the best one of all, in front of a martial arts center for women, the ultimate in mechanical machismo — and stunning display, too — a low rider bouncing three feet in the air.