UTMC

Sorry to bother,
please can anyone tell me to whom of you gentlemen this above quote belongs to? Also, who said or wrote it in the first place?

I'd like to use it for a short story but first wanted to check if it's okay to steal it.

Thx for your help and assistance.

badi

I done stole it so long ago I can't remember who gets credit, but as far as who originally said it, I have not been able to find out, even after several hours on the quote services search engines.

That's too funny, Wycked
I just googled for it and the only link that made some sense brought me directly to the UTMC.

So I assume you don't mind me borrowing it, right? See, I want to use it as a kinda forword for a short story, I'm currently working on. My protagonist happens to have a night ride and when he stops for a break he's starring at the stars reflecting his life. That's when I remembered your quote.

And, before you ask, I'd like to send you the story but, sorry, it's written in a special code, called german, that only a handfulof people can read and understand. And I'm sadly lacking the skills to translate it into english and still make sense.

Okay guys, thx very much, I guess I have to do some research now ...

badi wrote:And, before you ask, I'd like to send you the story but, sorry, it's written in a special code, called german, that only a handfulof people can read and understand. And I'm sadly lacking the skills to translate it into english and still make sense....

I have a buddy that I can send it to, he is taking German in school and needs stuff to translate so toss me a copy anyways, sides I am resourceful enough, I could either copy it into babelfish, or take it down to Germantown and get it translated there.

I too used it as an opening line for a shortstory in a Vampire/Werewolf fanfic community for one of my characters.

Shoot me a copy. My German is a bit rusty, but I could have a go at it.

Auch lesen wollen!

Woah! Not so fast, guys. The story is still a very rough draft changing from day to day. And it's not even sure if we can use it or not. See, I'm part of a circle of writers and we're in the process of creating an anthology with short dark fantasy/horror stories. So, it's not about motocycles in the first place.
The twist in our project is that all our stories are parts of a bigger plot that will wrap up the whole shebang and to which everyone of us will contribute some bits.
Now there's another twist: in the framing plot every member of our circle will appear as his chosen alter ego, also a member of a writers group. Pretty cool, huh? Only that our real world group goes by the name of "Schwarze Tinte" (black ink) and the virtual one is "scriptum mortis".
Of course I decided to make my alter ego a biker too, a glorified version of yours truly. Charles Gibson, a stereotypical science fiction writer from Brighton (have I mentioned that in the story we're all limeys?). He likes what I like and is a lot like me but looks more like Kurt Cobain would've looked at the age of 42. Really, the piece I'm working on right now is not my real contribution to the anthology storywise but only a small part of the surrounding overhead.
So, currently my alter ego is busy making his way on his old shovelhead from Brighton to a forest in Cornwall, where the annual gathering of the group takes place. Before you ask, no, he's not riding a brit bike! I'm not too fond of them so Charles Gibson isn't either. And since our subject is horror and stuff, my Chuck character is riding some lonely country roads at night and, of course, experiences some strange encounters.

On a bike, at night, geddit???

Maybe later, should the final version be accepted by me fellows and find its way into the manuscript, I can post some extracts. We've also set up a website but that's strictly for internal use right now. Later ...

while i didn't really find out who did write it (i'm guessing) but i did find what appears to be the rest of it.

from here

On a bike, at night, the universe constricts to a madman hugging the head of a comet rushing tail first through halls of blackness. Tense eyes seek deer in deliberate enhancement of peripheral vision. Vegetation flashes by, momentarily given color, and exiting in dim red, the tail lights giving the illusion of red shift, a swift cerebral rush. Back in the Newtonian universe, speed is balanced with paranoia, the empty road calling for acceleration, unending. Caution sets the boundaries of your comfort zone.

Full moon was rising tonight, as I finished a 130+ mile run through the finger lakes, all but the last 15 on twisty back roads. My Cyclone has got to be close to the perfect machine for possible near misses on large brown animals. Paranoia peaks as I turn the last corners, this is a Deer run area. I made it to within 400 yards of my house, then Bambi ran out, with plenty of room & time to brake, honk & laugh.
Bike is still cooling, pinging in the garage.

heh, i also found a post by a "wyckedflesh" on a cache of another forum. now i wonder who that is...