Last weekend, while driving down East Wash late at night, I was passed by a guy on a motorcycle. This in itself was not an item of note; I see motorcyclists all the time during the summer. What did grab my attention was the wheelie that he suddenly popped and drove down the street for about half a block. I was torn between a feeling of "You go, man!" and the twisted desire to see him get pulled over by a cop. (The later was mostly due to the fact that his stunt occured in the very same spot that won me my very first speeding ticket, in the fall of 1999.)

It was fun to watch, but personally, I think I will stick to four wheels, thank you very much.