Space Scooters
Tina Detchon
May 27th, 2016
With mascara creeping down my eye and a smile smeared across my face, I walked out of the theater and into the sweet, thick heat of Bali. After laughing and breaking down our favorite parts of the movie, Jessyca and I parted ways both getting onto our scooters, helmets on, non-prescription glasses in place. Pulling out into the fast paced traffic of Kuta’s night life, I realized that I hadn’t sat upon my own Honda Scooter, but rather had mounted a 74-Z Speeder Bike. I pushed my glasses higher onto my nose and got ready for a ride.
It's not shocking to say that there aren't a plethora of traffic lights in Bali... In fact, apart from the main highway lights, there are barely any. There are; however, many, many intersections. The lights surround you, fighter-jets stream past your right side, swerving in front of you and catapulting into light speed. Your pupils dilate and you take in every movement around you with cat-like reactions. Your trusty old speeder’s lights give you barely a moment's notice to dip and dive around the screaming meteors that stream past you, letting out a bark of warning. You focus back on the road and suddenly your bike takes a hit, debris rattles the sides of your jet as your hands shake, you hold on for dear life, and stabilize again. You throw a Solo style eye roll to the wookie-sized pot hole that threatened to flip you. Pshh!
Your body moves into a rhythm as you feel the movement of the traffic and see your own open spaces between the different starships. They move and you find the jet-sized opening created in their passing. The lights slip past you until you hit your turn and see it: open space. With a little chuckle and grin, your speeder bike turns into the Millennium Falcon. With Solo, Chewy, and Rey as your co-pilots, you punch it into hyperspace. The warm, Balinese wind sweeps all around as the stars stream by. The galaxy is yours and you are the galaxy.
It's not shocking to say that there aren't a plethora of traffic lights in Bali... In fact, apart from the main highway lights, there are barely any. There are; however, many, many intersections. The lights surround you, fighter-jets stream past your right side, swerving in front of you and catapulting into light speed. Your pupils dilate and you take in every movement around you with cat-like reactions. Your trusty old speeder’s lights give you barely a moment's notice to dip and dive around the screaming meteors that stream past you, letting out a bark of warning. You focus back on the road and suddenly your bike takes a hit, debris rattles the sides of your jet as your hands shake, you hold on for dear life, and stabilize again. You throw a Solo style eye roll to the wookie-sized pot hole that threatened to flip you. Pshh!
Your body moves into a rhythm as you feel the movement of the traffic and see your own open spaces between the different starships. They move and you find the jet-sized opening created in their passing. The lights slip past you until you hit your turn and see it: open space. With a little chuckle and grin, your speeder bike turns into the Millennium Falcon. With Solo, Chewy, and Rey as your co-pilots, you punch it into hyperspace. The warm, Balinese wind sweeps all around as the stars stream by. The galaxy is yours and you are the galaxy.