The print., March 04, 1987, Page 8, Image 8

Staff Writer
Forming a line that seems to go
on forever, the cars ride each
others’ bumpers to the horizon.
Heat waves' from hot engines
seem to make the streams of
headlights and tail-lights dance
and wave. The row of dim
pinkish street lamps that run
down each side of the road seem
to fence the cars in the boun­
daries of the game. Screaming,
chromed street machines whine
and protest at being stuck in line.
It is another weekend of cruising
on 82nd Avenue.
“Cruising,” you say. It brings
back memories of what an older
sibling did while you killed time
disco-rollerskating during your
junior high school days. How old
it sounds, as worn out as your
Levis you tore the crotch out of.
You may scoff, but have you
tried it lately?
It’s been a while since I’d run
out to 82nd, but I thought I’d
give it a whirl. My friend and I
combed our hair, put some oil in
the engine, stuck my key into the
ignition and went along on our
merry way. Upon arrival we an­
ticipated fun and excitement, it’s
sort of like being on Wheel of
Fortune.
It’s really quite an interesting
alternative if you don’t feel like
dancing, going to a movie, and
are too young to go bar-hopping.
There is quite a bit of entertain­
ment involved in cruising. Star­
ting with a positive attitude, is a
plus. It is inevitable you will run
across someone (or you may
think that someone is a
something) you find unfavorable
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