mazirian - Super Cow Powers

Somewhat hot off the neurons: The night my daughter Ingrid was born, I dreamed that I was in a town right out of an old west movie. There was a dirt road running through the town and a bunch of stores lining the road with raised wooden walkways in front of them. The memorable thing, however, was the primary form of transportation in town: a conveyance the rear-end of which was a motorcycle and the front end of which was a live steer. The rider held onto the steer's horns like handlebars. Its front legs galloped along, as the engine whined and rear wheel spat out mud and dust propelling the frantic half-bovine along at breakneck pace. I have a vivid image of the look of fear in the steer's eyes.