Girlie Motorcycle Blog

Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is. You have to see it for yourself.

We don’t generally have very much graffiti here where I live on the North Shore of Long Island. When it does pop it, it usually gets whitewashed very quickly. Lately I’ve been seeing a tag showing up all over the place: “Keanu Reeves” or just “Keanu”. I’ve see it along the expressway, on the sides of small stores, underneath overpasses. Keanu has been busy.

Thought it’s obviously not him I just find it comical to think of the actual Keanu Reeves running around Suffolk County all pigeon toed with a rattle can, tagging. Ooh, but he is indeed a motorcyclist. Maybe he’s been zipping around on his Norton with a can of Krylon in his tankbag.

Can’t you just see it now? Keanu stands on the side of the road leaning against his shiny black Norton in a tight white t-shirt and black leather pants. He’s just run out of gas trying to stay one step ahead of the police after a suburban tagging spree. The golden summer sun is setting and there is an evening breeze flowing through his hair. I then pull up next to him on my 996, dressed like Trinity in black patent leather (of course). I flip open my visor and say, “you look like you might need some help there,” and he says…”whoa.”