On Sunday I popped in to town to meet friends for coffee. It was a beautiful afternoon so there were lots of riders around enjoying the sunshine. I pulled in to the parking lot, backed in to a spot and got off the bike.
Another motorcyclist of about 70 shuffled over as I begin unstrapping my helmet and taking it off.
“Nice. Zat da real cuhluh?”
::blink:blink:: “Yep, it’s the real color.”
“How many hawspowuh?”
“Not sure, maybe 30?”
“Uh hundrit fitty?”
“No, thirty. Thirty. Three zero. It’s a 500 single.”
“Yeah, dats whut I was askin’, a 500, huh? Nice.”
It’s me, isn’t it? I’m a dingbat magnet.