Thub thub thub...thub thub thub thub...thubthubthubthubthubthubthubthubthubthubbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...
Faster and faster.
When you are a kid, your bike is more than transportation, your bike is freedom. It's your horse, your car and your fighter jet. The problem is, bicycle don't make a lot of noise, and being a kid is about sensory overload. At least it is if you're doing it right.
Hence the baseball card, or the library card, or just a plain old piece of cardboard, taped on to the frame of the bike, and stuck into the spokes of the back tire. And presto! Your bike is now a motorcycle. A loud motorcycle. And the best thing about this curious little innovation was the fact that the faster you went, the louder your "motor" revved, and as you slowed down, the "motor" almost sounded like it was idling.
Why do we do this? Why do kids want, so badly, to join the grown up world?
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