In case you missed it, I got a new job this week. Naturally, there is only one mode of transportation suitable for getting to a new job. Can you guess what it is?
My first day at the new gig found me waiting outside a locked office with all my gear. After approximately "too long," my co-workers came back from lunch and let me in. One of them noticed my pile of baggage (I went straight from my previous job to the new gig. I had enough crap for a trip to Antarctica.) and asked me what I rode.
I'm the kind of guy that likes to talk about motorcycles. In fact, I'll talk to most anyone about bikes until they beg me to stop. I'm also fairly observant, and have noticed most people stop listening after "Suzuki VX800." So now when someone asks what I ride, I say "Suzuki" and wait to see if they ask more. I'll also generally ask if they ride.
Back to the story, the next day we all went out to lunch and my boss asked if I even own a car. I told him I do, but that it's mostly for ceremonial and decorative purposes. Today another co-worker asked me a little bit about my bike.
I'll tell you what, I'm glad they keep asking about the bike because if they start asking me about my work-related skills, I'm going to be in deep shit.