Tuesday, August 27, 2013
The motorcycle diaries*
I was riding my motorcycle last weekend, and parked in a rather inconvenient and out of the way place (because parking was a nightmare). When did Woodstock, GA decide that they were the new Manhattan and that no parking and $25 lunches were the shiznit?
Anyway, I walked back to the bike and was suiting up (kevlar jacket because I'm a wus, helmet, etc) when an older couple parked (illegally?) next to me and got out. The gentleman looked at my bike in a rather wistful manner. He struck up a conversation about how he used to ride, back before he got engaged to his wife. He said that she didn't like it, and so he gave it up. He clearly missed it.
We had a nice chat, and as they turned to walk away I said "It's not too late to start again." He turned and said, "You may have cast the deciding vote." His wife had the charm to laugh.
Me, I hope he does.
* If you came here by searching for Che, you do know that he condemned teenagers to execution and then enjoyed watching, don't you? If you don't, let your Google-fu lead you. He was a sick, murdering bastard who killed children. Yeah, and a bit dreamy, anti-establishment for ignorant Lefties. You're not one of them, right?