Today while I was stopped to see what Terri was up to, someone pulled up behind where I was standing.
“I was hoping you’d stop. I followed you all the way from over by the highway.”
For the record, that was like 10-miles.
“I had to come talk to about that Triumph. Always loved British bikes.”
Interestingly, this isn’t the first time I’ve been followed on the Bonnie. It happened to me last year in West Virginia, too. Some older gent wanted to talk to me about it.
Now, I come from a place that isn’t very neighborly. I’m not even sure I’m what you’d call friendly. I’m from the land of suspicion and keep-to-yourself-ness. So these types of interactions while not alarming, do surprise me. Are they a common occurrence? Do I just seem non-threatening? Does it happen to men? Is it just something old dudes do?
Aside from being followed, the Bonnie always garners comments from older men. It must help recall fond memories of younger days.