Back when phones were immobile
and laptops futuristic,
we possessed little money,
but owned freedom.

Minutes overflowed.
Boredom afflicted us endlessly;
we embraced it.

Planning was for bores.
When we got too big for our bikes,
in our hip huggers, midriff tops and sneakers,

we sought danger.
All we had to do was
wear a sultry scowl

and flash a thumb.
We trusted strangers to take us
anywhere we wanted to go.