God Bless Lemmy!

Larry had his black Fendi wraparound sunglasses on as he rolled down interstate 394 towards downtown Minneapolis. He was wearing a black Motorhead T-shirt and rust colored corduroy pants; this was what he wore almost everyday. He drove his PT Cruiser into the sun, put up the devil horns, and glanced towards the sky for a moment, as if mugging for the state highway camera.

The PT Cruiser was Larry’s dream car. He had saved for a solid year, taking a second job bussing tables at IHOP in addition to his daytime warehouse gig. He knew exactly what he wanted: the 2003 GT model with smoke gray leather interior, chrome features on the dashboard, and a six speaker Alpine AM/FM/MP3 6-disc CD changer although he rarely listened to any disc besides the 1980 classic “Ace of Spades”, by Motorhead. He wanted the exterior of the cruiser to be all black except for some painted flames licking up from the undercarriages as if the car was stalled on the side of the highway to hell.

In the middle of the dashboard Larry had meticulously placed a Motorhead sticker. It was the winged demon skull that appeared on the cover of the “Hammered” album by Motorhead, it also appeared as a patch on the back of Larry’s denim jacket with the leather sleeves.

Larry was quite fond of Motorhead; possibly obsessive. He had a way of bringing Motorhead into his everyday vocabulary. When he was peeved he would mutter, “god bless Lemmy”. When he was happy he would rejoice with the refrain, “God, bless Lemmy”. When he was frustrated, “God, Bless, Lemmy!”. As he pulled up to the stoplight and saw the Motorhead tour bus outside of First Avenue he stammered to himself, “God…Bless…Lemmy”.