As I'm walking I see you on your motorbike. I can see your blue eyes and nose peering underneath the crash helmet. But it's not you it's just a man that looks like you. I'm disappointed everytime. Everytime I see a man on a motorbike. I think it's my Dad. I'm not sure why this is? Sometime I forget what your bike looks like. Everyone's eyes and faces look the same underneath black crash helmets. From a distance everyone looks like you. Although soon I realize it is not. I remember you used to paint pictures of naked women in crash helmets. Their identities were hidden too I always wondered who these women wore? Their shiny black round heads Like lollipops Props Who were they Dad?