Saturday, February 04, 2006

Excuse me?

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.


Der_General said...

I had a friend in high school whose father did the midlife-crisis-Harley-Davidson-thing, he used to ride it to work (he was the owner of a fairly large local manufacturing business). It always cracked me up to see him riding down the street in his crisp white shirt with his tie flapping in the breeze, on his badass black & chrome Fat Boy...

Lucky said...

One of my motorcycling goals is to get a blues-brothers-esque suit and tie and go ride around for the day.