SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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I took the bike to work today. Now there's nothing special in that. My wife and I are doing this on a more and more regular basis. It saves us money on gas and we enjoy the riding. We parked the bike and locked the helmets before heading in for work.
When we came out of work this evening I fired up the bike and we grabbed our gear. I had just pulled on my jacket and vest with the bike grumbling quietly next to me when one of the X-Ray Techs comes wandering over.
He watches me and my wife pulling on our coats and unlocking our helmets as he looks over the bike. Then he looks at me and smiles before asking me when I'm going to get me a real bike.
Now I know what he's thinking. My wife and I aren't real Bikers. We wear leathers and helmets. Worse we can't be real bikers because we don't ride a real bike, we don't ride a Harley.
I smile at him while making sure he sees me looking around. Then I ask hime where his ride is. He hems and haws and then tells me he doesn't ride before he leaves. I back the bike out of the parking spot and my wife climbs on. I kick it into gear and we rumble through the parking garage. I slow and wave as we pass the Tech as he climbs into his car.
I'm strill smiling as I grumble my way out onto the road and head home. Real bike indeed.
Cat
When we came out of work this evening I fired up the bike and we grabbed our gear. I had just pulled on my jacket and vest with the bike grumbling quietly next to me when one of the X-Ray Techs comes wandering over.
He watches me and my wife pulling on our coats and unlocking our helmets as he looks over the bike. Then he looks at me and smiles before asking me when I'm going to get me a real bike.
Now I know what he's thinking. My wife and I aren't real Bikers. We wear leathers and helmets. Worse we can't be real bikers because we don't ride a real bike, we don't ride a Harley.
I smile at him while making sure he sees me looking around. Then I ask hime where his ride is. He hems and haws and then tells me he doesn't ride before he leaves. I back the bike out of the parking spot and my wife climbs on. I kick it into gear and we rumble through the parking garage. I slow and wave as we pass the Tech as he climbs into his car.
I'm strill smiling as I grumble my way out onto the road and head home. Real bike indeed.
Cat