"hey uncie... what does this post have to do with staring into the dark b4 dawn?"
Oh, just standing in the middle of a deserted street waiting for something to happen, it's like staring at a huge dim sum tray and beginning to focus on the individual items. The Harley thing was sort of a fried pork bun.
Ernie,
ducking in preperation for the shot that is sure to fly across my bow...