Pull into free scooter/mc parking in the structure nearest my job. I'm late, so I feel bad that I don't have time to chat with the three(!) MC riders I see hanging out, the first time I've *ever* seen any actual riders at the 2-wheel parking.
Overheard from young girl to older guy as I'm locking up: "See I don't mind something like this on the freeway, but those, those crotch rockets, that scares the crap out of me."
A) The 2-wheel parking is not that big (7 spaces?)... I guess I was being invited to join the conversation and defend Fiona, since there's no way Young Girl could think I didn't hear her.
B) Yes, I'm sure mine was the only bike there that looked remotely crotch rockety.
I guess most non-scooterists would think I should be excited for Fiona to be mistaken for a crotch rocket, but all I could think was that it was probably a good thing for both of us that I didn't have time to correct her...
