Right now, there are a bunch of Biker’s roaring down Ceasar Chevez Sreet on the north side of Town Lake, crossing the river and screaming down Barton Springs Road, two blocks north of us. I assume they are making a point. Whatever.

For the life of me, I can’t imagine what it is.

Oops, now everything has gone dead quiet.

My dream is that all of them have been taken to jail and their horribly overpriced and underpowered Harley’s have been put into a pen.