Rides

Wednesday night, as I was leaving for my last Aspen Grove home group meeting, a car in the parking lot for my building caught my eye. First, because it was illegally parked in the handicapped spot. Second, because it was a Maserati. You don't see much of that make around here, nor its trident logo. I entertained harassing the person inside about parking in a handicap spot when other spots were available, but figured someone who buys a car like that and parks like that is about as likely to listen to admonishment as Bin Laden is likely to attend a bat mitzvah.

Later that night coming home, I saw several cyclists riding down the lefthand lane of Lincoln. One of them appeared to be clad in naught but a white bathrobe and flip flops. The next morning riding into work, I spied a guy I see every once in a while. His bike is done up like a chopper, complete with ape hangers, iron crosses, and a noise maker generating motorcycle noises. People are just really weird. But y'know, he just looked like he was having so much fun, I really can't fault him for it.