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Pink Panther rocks!

This one time, I was sitting about in my car—I wasn't actually driving, just sitting in it in the garage. I was pretending that I was popping wheelies, trying to impress the girls on my sweet golden Schwinn with red tassel streamers and an old milk crate I attached to give my stuffed Pink Panther plushy a ride. Man, those girls were all over me. They wanted some of this milkshake because I was bringing it.

I'd swoop around on the street, feeling the wind in my hair and the sound of the chain going over the sprockets. The wind was a cool autumn wind, the kind that smells of crisp, clean air and makes your lungs feel good. I would pull up on those handlebars, balance myself and the bike into the perfect wheelie, and feel the streamers smacking my wrists. It was super badassery. I was like a legend on that bike, known throughout Nassau and parts of Suffolk counties.

When I was a kid, Long Island felt small. I used to ride my bicycle all over parts of L.I. and do it all in a day. It was awesome. When I got a car, it only took about 30 minutes to get where I was supposed to be, but man, those bike rides were forever. I still enjoy going on those cruises but more so with my badassery car :)

So now I realize I am sitting in my car in my garage, and I don't have a place to go. I was just sitting in my car because I was bored sitting in the house. Sitting there, reminiscing about true and untrue things, just happy that my Pink Panther plushy friend is still with me. 35+ years later, he still has my back, hanging out in my game room and watching over me. He protects me from the cats who will try and steal your breath while you're sleeping. He is one of the oldest things I own, and so are my guitar and me. After many years of moving and whatnot, I still have those couple of things.

Now I will raise up my vodka and cranberry to my Pink Panther, my first snuggler, and god damn, I was super badassery pop a wheelie mofo from Nassau County, NY.

Back when Tonka trucks were made of metal paint, it was still made from lead, and asbestos was used in everything!

Eel out.

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  1. I remember Pink Panther Plusy, Glad to know he's still around.

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