Smells Like Teen Spirit

The window is open and there's a kid outside. He rides his bike up and down the easement with a baseball card in his spokes. It's a sound I haven't heard since my brothers and I did the same thing years ago. On the same patch of easement, no less. Of course it's probably not a baseball card. It's a little bit throatier of a sound. Maybe plastic. Maybe it's one of those plastic cards that come with the pre-approved credit notifications. Yeah. That's what it's got to be. Some MBA's bright idea is now ribbing the spokes of a bicycle wheel. Just so a kid can pretend he's got a motor bike. Or at least a moped. That's so darling.