And . . .
A woman who I used to see regularly at the cafe in the mornings, but lately not so much, was exiting the cafe as I was entering. She gave me the biggest smile I ever remember seeing on her face. "Did you see my new ride?"
"No," I said, "Where is it?" She pointed over to the corner of the parking lot near the bicycle rack. "Is that your white Buddy?" She nodded. "Is it a 125cc?"
"No," She replied, "It's just a 50."
This is where in my mind's eye I would have imagined me saying, "Cool." Instead I said, "I think you should have gotten the 125."
"Oh, you biker types are all the same. I'll upgrade to bigger one when the time comes and if I want to."
At least I was graceful enough not to get defensive and point out to her my daily ride is only a 100cc and that I am hardly a "biker type"; and I was discerning enough to notice I was doing what I myself hate when some riders disparage me for the size of my rides. As it was, we chatted on about where she got her Buddy and how much she was loving having it in her life.She got a big laugh out of me sharing how a certain blogger friend (you know who you are) had pointed out to me the front end of the Buddy looks much like a codpiece. Happily our conversation ended well and hopefully I will hear marvelous things about her further adventures.
Speaking of my daily ride, Mike came and hauled Billie to his shop. Ironically, he was able to get it kickstarted. Oh well, I don't feel badly about that. We figure it is the start button itself that's not working and the oil change should take care of the clutch slippage that was making her difficult for me to kickstart. There's a decent chance I may have her back by Monday. It has been a nice change riding Isabelle, but I will be happy to be reunited with my little gas miser.
- 69F/ and clear for the start of the ride to work, but foggy Downtown.
- 84F/ with some clouds for the home ride.