Say what you want about the evil beast, but this is probably the only mutinational I appreciate. Why? They built their empire by having the basics in place. Air conditioning, space, decent chairs and enough locations to triangulate position by. Who needs GPS?
Unfortunately, it was also the site of the SECOND person in five minutes to use the ultimate biker cliche on me while I was innocently minding my own biz, standing in line and obsessing about java.
C'mon.
You all know it.
Say it with me:
"Aren't you hot in that?"
Still irked by the last go round with this one, I stared at him a second. My special 'don't you want to reconsider what you've just said' stare. It usually works and I figured he would realize what a stupid question it was. Nope. Blithely onward.
So I snapped. I smiled kindly and began to tell him *exactly* how hot it was in a riding suit. In great detail. With all sorts of random sequiters involved. The worst torture of all, a nice person. Who won't...shut...up. Started off with; "Yes. Of course I am." And went from there. Talked the poor guy's ear to a nub about biking in heat, biking in general and Triumphs in particular. It was fun watching him make those step moves of a person desperate to run for the door. A lifetime of psychology and retail have turned me into an evil person. I like to think I use my powers for the greater good.
Because I GUARANTEE he will never ask another biker that question again.
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