I received a phone call on Tuesday of this week, when SMART was at the fitness center working off a few spare pounds, from KW inquiring as to whether or not SMART and I use a ghost writer to pen our weekly travel adventures. I was aghast that KW had the audacity to ask such a question. Absolutely not, I responded. SMART and I travel together, and we write together – alone. I explained to KW that since SMART’s full name is ‘SMART for Two’, that there was no room for a ghost writer to travel with us. Besides, SMART has his own pocket thesaurus and dictionary of American slang.
SMART, in fact, is fluent in four languages, English, French, Italian, and his native German, having studied prose at the Sorbonne in Paris, and I once took a correspondence course in correspondence.
As I was about to say, SMART and I made our first excursion to Atlanta this Sunday past, and as one might expect, we attracted much attention. The photo above was three minutes in the making and was shot at speeds varying from 55 mph to 70 mph. I first took note of the pickup truck when I saw that it was an LS. I love LS model vehicles. It had been driving just ahead of SMART and in the lane to the left. I mashed SMART’s cute little accelerator and pulled along side to give the little boy a better look at SMART. For the next several minutes or so I sped up and slowed down as the boy and SMART snapped pictures of one another. The kid kept turning to his dad to show him the photos. I, of course, don’t practice photography when I am driving. Once SMART had filled up the memory stick in his camera he had me accelerate to full cruising speed. I never did get the truck’s email address.
Three and a half hours later, as we were approaching the outer boundaries of Atlanta, SMART and I had an ‘out-of-mind’ experience. As we were passing an interchange SMART called my attention to a Harley speeding down the entrance ramp, and pulling in fifty yards or so behind us. A biker jacketed woman was sitting behind the bearded driver. We continued this way for the next twenty minutes, when the biker abruptly moved to the left passing lane and came along side SMART and I. The woman give both of us a strong thumbs up as I read her lips, ” I like the car, I like the car.” The Harley then swiftly accelerated ahead of SMART. WOW!. I must be driving a real hottie!
The biker and SMART continued on for another ten minutes, beginning to weave from lane to lane as I-85 morphed into a five / six lane intercity expressway. I had already put the biker and his woman out of my mind when I was startled to see that they were once again shoulder high to SMART, in the next lane to our left. Suddenly the female rider whipped a pocket digital camera out of her leather jacket and snapped a picture of SMART. He blinked from the light of the flash. Instinctively I reached for my camera to return the favor, but I was too late. The Harley had sped off again.
Nirvana. We had been made by a ‘biker chick.’
