It seems the owner of the bike had just parked it when suddenly it bust into flames. The neighborhood kids said it had been leaking gas. It must of took the Fire Department a full two minutes to arrive. By that time the bike was as crisp as a campfire marshmallow.
With a spray of fresh water the fire was instantly reduced to a cloud of steam. For some reason after the fire was out the smell of burning rubber started filling the street. I didn't feel like standing in the hot sun breathing carcinogens all afternoon so we quickly left to finish our trek with a strange satisfaction of having seen a spectacle - at the expense of the poor biker who's ride was reduced to scrap.
No one was hurt. It was a minor incident to be sure. Just one of those weird things in downtown Holyoke.
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I feel kind of badly about my reaction to this. I kind of laughed, really hard. It's just so.. random!
Will we see you friday night, Peter?
Not sure about Friday yet. Might go to the Festival de la Familia.
It turns out I am meeting a girlfriend for drinks.
If you go to the Festival I will look forward to some interesting pics!
Did you notice I posted two more blogs?
It's my birthday in 21 minutes :o)
Happy B-Day Reduce! Hope you have a party without a shred of plastic or disposable items in use.
You know.. I actually did!
hello... hapi blogging... have a nice day! just visiting here....
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