Cartoon Motorist

Driving home from dance, I have all four windows rolled down. The wind is warm though the sky is overcast. I love. I drive with one hand at the bottom of the steering wheel. I smile and almost want to laugh as a motorist whizzes past me. He is old with medium-length white hair going wild in the wind. His head is low and he reminds me of a cartoon. I decide I like him. I can just see my own dadda, smiling from ear to ear, zooming down the road on a-beast-of-a-Harley. He's always dreamt of that, I hope one day that dream comes true.