
We pulled into the gas station and as we walked in, there was a man getting settled on a beautiful blue motorcycle, its engine purring, him trying to get the coffee cup settled between his legs *just so.* I stopped in front of him and looked again, and then couldn't help it -- I just laughed in delight. His face in the helmet went from puzzled to sheepish and he smiled: "That's not going to work." He said.
I went in and got some decaf and enjoyed the drive back to town over the parkway.
Happy Friday.