I swear this is true
The other day, I was at Fred Meyer, loading up the PX with the groceries I’d purchased, when a Honda Silver Wing pulled into a leftover half-circle in the parking lot.
I was in my usual place near the bike rack (“sir, you need to park your moped with the bicycles,” a FM employee had once solemnly told me). The Silver Wing rider lowered the sidestand and got off.
This guy was wearing a gray armored jacket and leather chaps. I wouldn’t be surprised if he were wearing a biker bandana under his helmet, but he never took the helmet off. Suddenly, the strains of Bon Jovi’s Wanted Dead Or Alive played in my head… along with a laugh track.
Mr. Silver Wing heads for the entrance, then stops and looks at me. And laughs.
“When are you gonna get a real bike?” he sneers.
Dude, my question would be, when are you?