What could be more private than the parking lot of a little used park?
Maybe a corner of that parking lot at 1:30 a.m., in the shadows, next to the
bushes where nobody can see you? Not the cops on the highway,
and that's what really matters...
It's a great place, you have the fresh air, the river smell -- you can even
see past the bike path to the river itself. Bats and fireflies battle in
silence. Cicadas and frogs resonate. A possum trundles to the trash can
and quietly loots the treats within. Nobody can sneak up on you because
you'll hear their car coming down the winding driveway, and their headlights
will cast moving shadows. It's a great place to relax for a little
old-fashioned parking lot [censored]... yahh....
Until--OMFG!--a cyclist?!?!?! with 2x15 watt halogen lamps bursts around the
bend in the bike path at 20 miles an hour! and he's headed straight at your
door!---and you can't figure out what to do! You just sit there, staring at
the blinding lights, pale and sweaty and you hear
"BWAAAAAHAHAHAHahahaha hahha ha a a a ah h h!"
echo through the valley as the biker turns and disappears up the drive as quickly as
he appeared.
..max