Marcus
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Perfect! A parking space right in front of my office! In this case, "My Office" is my favorite coffee shop in Old Town where I usually stop to write work reports, drink coffee and flirt with the pretty young ladies behind the counter.
I wheeled the Tri Glide into the space, shut the engine down and was putting my helmet in the Tour-Pak when I heard him. "Nice trike." I've seen him before at "The Office." He is usually sitting out front drinking coffee and chain smoking cigarettes. He looked to be in his early thirties and probably combs his hair with a weed whacker.
"Thanks" I replied as I tried to go about my business. He continued as I stepped on the curb. The little voice in my head came to life and started feeding me running commentary during the ensuing conversation.
Mr. Chain Smoker: "You know those things flip over all the time."
Little Voice: "Say What!?!"
Me: "I'm sorry, what things?"
NOTE: I should have ignored him and kept walking, but I didn't. My decision making process does not always operate at optimum levels.
Mr. Chain Smoker: "Your Trike. They flip over in corners."
Little Voice: "Here we go..."
Me: "Oh. Do your ride a motorcycle?"
Mr. Chain Smoker: "No, I don't own one."
Little Voice: "I thought as much."
Me: "Have you ever ridden a trike?"
Mr. Chain Smoker: "No."
Me: "How do you know they flip over?"
Mr. Chain Smoke: "That's what I heard."
Little Voice: "What is he smoking? Got to be something other than just tobacco."
Me: "Heard from who? Who are they, and do they ride trikes?"
Mr. Chain Smoker: "Look man, I am just saying..."
Little Voice: This guy is two slices short of a full pepperoni pizza, with or without anchovies.
NOTE: Mr. Chain Smoker appeared to be a little frustrated with my side of the conversation...
Me: "I know what you are saying, I just don't know why you're saying it."
Mr. Chain Smoker: "I'm just..."
Me: "Do you know what a high side is on a motorcycle?"
Mr. Chain Smoker: "Yeah. That's when a motorcycle throws you off in a curve."
Little Voice: "Well, got to give him at least a half a point for that one. He was in the same zip code as the ballpark."
NOTE: My Fun Meter gauge was pegged at zero at this point, and I decided it was time to make a hasty exit from the conversation, (Something I should have done in the first place.)
Me: "Thank you for your concerns. Have a nice day."
Mr. Chain Smoker: "You too."
Little Voice: "Dumbass."
I wheeled the Tri Glide into the space, shut the engine down and was putting my helmet in the Tour-Pak when I heard him. "Nice trike." I've seen him before at "The Office." He is usually sitting out front drinking coffee and chain smoking cigarettes. He looked to be in his early thirties and probably combs his hair with a weed whacker.
"Thanks" I replied as I tried to go about my business. He continued as I stepped on the curb. The little voice in my head came to life and started feeding me running commentary during the ensuing conversation.
Mr. Chain Smoker: "You know those things flip over all the time."
Little Voice: "Say What!?!"
Me: "I'm sorry, what things?"
NOTE: I should have ignored him and kept walking, but I didn't. My decision making process does not always operate at optimum levels.
Mr. Chain Smoker: "Your Trike. They flip over in corners."
Little Voice: "Here we go..."
Me: "Oh. Do your ride a motorcycle?"
Mr. Chain Smoker: "No, I don't own one."
Little Voice: "I thought as much."
Me: "Have you ever ridden a trike?"
Mr. Chain Smoker: "No."
Me: "How do you know they flip over?"
Mr. Chain Smoke: "That's what I heard."
Little Voice: "What is he smoking? Got to be something other than just tobacco."
Me: "Heard from who? Who are they, and do they ride trikes?"
Mr. Chain Smoker: "Look man, I am just saying..."
Little Voice: This guy is two slices short of a full pepperoni pizza, with or without anchovies.
NOTE: Mr. Chain Smoker appeared to be a little frustrated with my side of the conversation...
Me: "I know what you are saying, I just don't know why you're saying it."
Mr. Chain Smoker: "I'm just..."
Me: "Do you know what a high side is on a motorcycle?"
Mr. Chain Smoker: "Yeah. That's when a motorcycle throws you off in a curve."
Little Voice: "Well, got to give him at least a half a point for that one. He was in the same zip code as the ballpark."
NOTE: My Fun Meter gauge was pegged at zero at this point, and I decided it was time to make a hasty exit from the conversation, (Something I should have done in the first place.)
Me: "Thank you for your concerns. Have a nice day."
Mr. Chain Smoker: "You too."
Little Voice: "Dumbass."