His next vault will top that by quite a bit.
THE MARTYRED MOTORBIKE
Immolation has become sort of the ultimate protest, and now it has come to Memphis.
Michael Wadley, a motorcycle enthusiast of seven-months standing, became convinced that police were persecuting motorcyclists, himself included. After being stopped several times within a week and asked for his license, Wadley was not surprised when still another police squad car halted him. This time the cop told him his license was not valid because a special $4 stamp was not affixed to it. Wadley was given a ticket.
"The police think we're all members of Hell's Angels," he said later. "We're not any different from people who like to go boating and play golf. Motorcycling is more fun when it's done with people, and we shouldn't be treated like we're members of a rat pack."
Having convinced himself, Wadley took action. He drove his bike up to the steps of the Shelby County Courthouse, unloaded a can of gasoline and soaked...not himself...the motorcycle. Then he set fire to it.
Police charged him with arson, not martyrdom.
Occasionally, high above New York City, hawks circle, much to the surprise of those who think that hawks and city streets have nothing in common. But they do: pigeons. New York is filled to the eaves with pigeons, and hawks, like all predators, tend to go where the prey is. A recent story reported, rather vividly, the presence of a "lone wolf of the skies—a killer peregrine falcon." It said the placid existence of thousands of pigeons had been shattered by the falcon's presence, that eyewitnesses had told of brutal attacks and that humane groups disapproved of the killing habits of the hawk.
About the only humane groups who worry about pigeons are the people who spread corn and grain for them, which is a mistake in the first place. If pigeons have any saving grace to make up for the dirt they bring to the city, it is their function as scavengers—and feeding them keeps them from scavenging. In thinning out the pigeon population, the hawk is a benefit to the city. It would be both sad and stupid if the pigeon feeders somehow chased him away.