Serendipity
So here’s how I know my bike and I were meant to be aces:
(Houston has over 10 million residents in the metropolitan area.)
I’m on Westheimer today, in front of the Galleria, and this guy pulls up in my lane on a cruiser. He’s got a beverage holder on his handlebars with an Aquafina bottle occupying it. He says to me, “Man, I used to have a bike just like that!” He continues, “with the Corbin seat and everything!”
I say, “Really? What happened to it?”
“I sold it to some, ‘BMW-North,’ for $(a price).”
“That’s this bike! Why’d you sell it?” I’m picking up a heavy Canadian accent from this person.
“I already have a Honda Blade 900, so it didn’t make any sense having two sport bikes.”
“When did you sell it? How many miles were on it?”
“Aw, man, I couldn’t say - about a month ago.”
“This is your bike, dude. This is it. This is that bike. Are you from Canada?”
“Yeah, well, no, but I grew up there, how’d you know?”
“I’m from Alberta.”
“B.C.! Man, that bike kicks ass, never gave me any problems, just totally awesome. I wouldn’t have thought that you would buy that bike. Have you checked out the Daytonas?”
“Yeah, well, a buddy of mine has one, but I’ve never ridden it, but this bike is the one. I've been looking for this one for months. That’s crazy, I bought this from BMW-North for (et cetera).”
“****, they didn’t make any money on it.”
(It turns out, he didn’t trade it in on anything, he just cold sold it to them. He was riding a big Honda.)
“No [kidding]. That is crazy,” he continues. Et cetera. “Have fun, man!”
Then I hit Westheimer at speed throwing “the deuce” and he turned into 610 North.
[Totally] rad!
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