"Asking a guy if you can ride his bike is like asking him if you can ride his wife. It's just not done." ~hundreds of bikers, as read online~

As I left Borders today--got a ton of work done, was a happy productive day in spite of the noise level inside the cafe today--there were a couple of teenage boys standing near my bike, apparently admiring it.

One of them lifted an arm, stopped by the other when he said "You can't touch it. That's like touching someone's girlfriend!"

The kid very lightly poked the headlight with his index finger.

"Does that mean I just touched her boob?"

"I think it means now you have to buy it dinner."

I should have demanded gas money...

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