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As is customary when I purchase a new old bike (is an '03 an old bike yet?), I took it in to work to show it off. When I brought in the F650 last fall, I took one of my colleagues for a spin. She likes motorcycles, though she would never admit as much to her grandchildren.
Yesterday, I took the same route with a different colleague. She had never been on a motorcycle before, but she was an avid bicyclist. It was a lovely spring day—dust levels were down, folks were irrigating along the clear ditch, and schoolkids waved to us was we thundered by on the ST4. "It's just like bicycling, but with acceleration!" she said as we stopped at a light. She simply squealed when we crossed the Rio Grande on Bridge St.
We arrived back at work, grinning ear-to-ear.
Posted by Underblog at April 24, 2009 6:04 AM
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