Where am I?
The road is long, dark, twisted and narrow. Only the elite live here. There are families of four eating at their dinner tables– which could probably sit twenty– I can see them from the roadway. I wonder what they are talking about. What are they eating? Could it be caviar? Is that fish-eggs, anyway? Sick. They seemed happy, that’s for sure. A Mercedes Benz E-Class, Land Rover Discovery, Toyota Sequoia, Mercedes Benz M-Class, Cadillac Escalade, and countless other luxury machines dotted the driveways like sprinkles on a kids birthday-cake. Do they think about the pollution these vehicles emit? Ah, I guess it’s just a way of showing your rank in society, having a Land Rover, Range Rover edition, places you in the same vehicle category as Jennifer Anniston and Paris Hilton you know. Meh, I think I’ll just peddle faster, I’m starting to get a little depressed. Wait, I think I see an outdoor-pool. Ah, yes, there is a mini water-slide to, I can see it through the fence. I wonder what it will be like in the summer? Maybe the kids that live here have giant pool parties with their friends. I bet they have those tacky yellow, pink, and orange curvy floating devices; I once got a bad burn from laying on one of those for too long in the summer of 97'. I can’t tan anyway. I just freckle and burn. I sure would love to lay on those cozy wicker lounge chairs though. What do they think about, sitting there in the sun for countless hours, do you think they dream about world peace, or the environmental crisis, which most of their vehicles help foster? Maybe not. Maybe they are like me, maybe they lounge there, thinking about becoming famous. Maybe they think about white-sandy beaches. Heck, I’m sure some of these people don’t need to dream about that: they probably have water-front condos in the West-Indies. Look! I see a Smart Car, you know, the kind in a James Bond flick. I think that is the Environment Minster though. Sad. I waved at least. Maybe he can set an example for the rest of his neighbors. Anyway, I think I’m gonna peddle home, it’s staring to get cold.