Headless fowl and other considerations

I love this big city and all the weirdness that comes with living in it. This week I made a couple of strange observations without even trying. Whilst driving on the highway, I spotted a decapitated pigeon. A very fat pigeon at that. It was lying flat on it's back on the median, chest up, feathers to the wind and no head. It was clean off. Not sat nearby or rolled onto the pavement below...it was gone. Where did it go? When I told my brother this story he said, funny, I thought Madonna was in town, not Ozzy Osbourne?! This made me laugh. As odd as that observation was, I was stuck in traffic later that day and idle, in front of my car, was a motorcyclist in a pair of stone washed cut offs and burley black boots. I didn't give it much thought (though the image was making me slightly ill) until I changed lanes and glanced over at the driver. You know when you see something so unbelievable you shake your head in disbelief and look again, making sure it's real? Well, I did and what I saw was indeed confirmed. The person driving the bike was a man in his 70's. It was as if Daisy Duke and Wilfred Brimley had morphed into one. Old ass hanging out on the back of a moto...well, no one needs to see that.