The other day my boss asked me, through a coworker, to drive my cage to work one day a week so I can give said coworker a lift to the main office for a meeting.
Naturally, the first thing I wanted to know was why he assumed my coworker didn't want to ride with me on my bike. Do they take me for some crazed speed freak, carving through traffic with reckless aband.... uh, ignore that.
Anyway, that TOTALLY ruins one whole day a week. As much as I love the Rat-Buick, it isn't really roadworthy anymore. It makes a lot of scary noises that my bike doesn't make, and it smells kind of foul inside.
With any luck, one ride in the Buick will be enough to convince my co-worker to arrange her own tranportation.