The Sounds of My Youth

It’s a warm spring day here San Francisco, the sun is shining, the sky is clear of clouds, and the sound of Harley-Davidson motorcycles own the soundscape.

From my spot (and free wifi!) at a coffee shop called “Pick Me Up Cafe” on 9th and Folsom, I am harkened back to the motorcycle-filled days of formative years every couple minutes when the cafe’s horrible music — honestly, radio, how much John Mayer and Maroon 5 can you really play in an hour and still call yourself “today’s best music” — is momentarily erased from existence by the ripping-tearing-growling-thumping coming from tailpipes, the kind that cost a mint and take weeks to choose, attached to a Harley-Davidson engine and two wheels.

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