{"id":5797,"date":"2024-11-16T13:37:44","date_gmt":"2024-11-16T13:37:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/?p=5797"},"modified":"2024-11-02T13:41:42","modified_gmt":"2024-11-02T13:41:42","slug":"tales-from-the-town-198-the-motorbikeists","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/2024\/11\/16\/tales-from-the-town-198-the-motorbikeists\/","title":{"rendered":"Tales From The Town #198: The Motorbikeists"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>They streamed into town, one sunday afternoon, and occupied the car park as if it was their own. Then they all streamed out of town, that same sunday afternoon, an hour before dusk.<\/p>\n<p>It was like a dream, or a fever. There was no way to tell if they&#8217;d ever even been there. By the next morning even the discarded chip wrappers were gone. <\/p>\n<p>__________<\/p>\n<p>Notes:<\/p>\n<p>1. <em>Written on October 16th, 2024<\/em><\/p>\n__________<\/br><h3><a href=\"https:\/\/www.patreon.com\/davidguy\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">Support An Accumulation Of Things<\/a><\/h3><i>If you like the things you've read here please consider subscribing to my <a href=\"https:\/\/www.patreon.com\/davidguy\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">patreon<\/a> or my <a href=\"https:\/\/ko-fi.com\/davidnguy\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">ko-fi<\/a>. <\/br><\/br><a href=\"https:\/\/www.patreon.com\/davidguy\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">Patreon subscribers<\/a> get not just early access to content and also the occasional gift, but also my eternal gratitude. Which I'm not sure is very useful, but is certainly very real.<\/br><\/br>(<a href=\"https:\/\/ko-fi.com\/davidnguy\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">Ko-fi contributors<\/a> probably only get the gratitude I'm afraid, but please get in touch if you want more). <\/br><\/br>Thank you!<\/i><\/br><\/br>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>They streamed into town, one sunday afternoon, and occupied the car park as if it was their own. Then they all streamed out of town, that same sunday afternoon, an hour before dusk. It was like a dream, or a fever. There was no way to tell if they&#8217;d ever even been there. By the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1208],"tags":[1598,1209],"class_list":["post-5797","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-tales-from-the-town","tag-motorbikes","tag-tales-from-the-town"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5797","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5797"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5797\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5798,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5797\/revisions\/5798"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5797"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5797"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5797"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}