Motorcross with Mickey

[Christopher Gonzales]

I am riding moto-cross through the desert. Alongside me on his bike is
Ronald McReagan, lead spokesclown for the Corporation of the same name. We
see nothing for miles except sky, sun, desert, and a Zeppelin looming on
the horizon. I have a mirror, and reflecting the sun I flash messages to
the Zeppelin: We are low on gas and water, and without help we will be
stranded and will die. The Zeppelin flashes in return messages which, for
the most part, I do not understand, because they are in a strange code; or
just when I am about to understand them, the messages are blocked by
Ronald's head. I ask Ronald if he gets it. He leans over and says,
"Mittelwerk is dead," and speeds ahead.

A few miles later I catch up with Ronald. He is broken down, mad. He has
removed the rear wheel of his bike and is tearing at a piece of rubber
tubing with his teeth. He says he plans to sustain himself eating lug nuts
and bearings. I ask him who the actor is underneath the clown makeup, and
he says he cannot remember. I leave him and push on.

I come upon a man riding a burro. His shirt says "Soporte Tecnico." I am
happy to find technical support in the middle of the desert. I tell him I
am having problems receiving messages from the Zeppelin. He tells me I am
going to have problems because I am using someone else's mirror. Then I
remember it's not my mirror, it's the side mirror I snapped off
Mittelwerk's motorbike. I look into the mirror, expecting to see
Mittelwerk's face, but it's not his face, it's,,,

yours,

Chris