This time I caught the Birdman on Pennsylvania just north of Menaul and he couldn’t escape. I passed him and pulled over just far enough ahead that I’d have time to get my camera out. I waited until he was almost up to my car, then jumped out with my camera and said “This time I’ve got you, you goddam fucking freak piece of shit!” Then I took his picture.I never realized that his bike/vehicle is motorized. But it is.The next local legend I’ll be seeking out is The Balladeer: a man who sits in the back of his truck and plays an A minor chord on guitar. I’ve seen him once, so I know he exists. Oh, the sweet sad sounds of A minor…
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