Excellent story Thu. Reminds me that I forgot to tell my "inspection station " tale.
A few weeks ago... or was it months ... dunno, time seems to have less and less meaning for some reason. Anyway....
Checked in, gave 'em my paperwork, then went and sat outside in a lawn chair next to the door. I can hear the conversation inside... Inspector picks up my clipboard, looks at it and sez to the girl behind the counter "1980?! Man, why do I always have to look at all the ol' junkers?" Girl sez "Aw c'mon Don, your Japanese. Who better?" She was grinnin' so it was all good natured I guess. Guy walks out and sez "Dent... 1980"... squints at the clipboard... "Yamaha?" I stand up... little Japanese guy, looks to be in his 70's. I smile, point around the corner and dutifully follow behind. He rounds the corner and stops dead in his tracks. "Damn... an XS650" he sez. He gets a big grin and walks up to it and want's to talk about it. He's owned 'em before. Pretty soon he's literally fondling my bike. Weren't sure if I should laugh or get mad. All the usual... turn, hi beam... horn... all good. Has me drive around the island pumps and tap both brakes. Pull back up and he sez "do it again" with this big grin. I do. He fondles her some more... sez "you're good" and walks back inside. Followed him in. I swear, it took all I had not to ask him if he wanted me to go find him a cigarette.
My 5 minute inspection took a half an hour. I was glad I could make his day.
A few weeks ago... or was it months ... dunno, time seems to have less and less meaning for some reason. Anyway....
Checked in, gave 'em my paperwork, then went and sat outside in a lawn chair next to the door. I can hear the conversation inside... Inspector picks up my clipboard, looks at it and sez to the girl behind the counter "1980?! Man, why do I always have to look at all the ol' junkers?" Girl sez "Aw c'mon Don, your Japanese. Who better?" She was grinnin' so it was all good natured I guess. Guy walks out and sez "Dent... 1980"... squints at the clipboard... "Yamaha?" I stand up... little Japanese guy, looks to be in his 70's. I smile, point around the corner and dutifully follow behind. He rounds the corner and stops dead in his tracks. "Damn... an XS650" he sez. He gets a big grin and walks up to it and want's to talk about it. He's owned 'em before. Pretty soon he's literally fondling my bike. Weren't sure if I should laugh or get mad. All the usual... turn, hi beam... horn... all good. Has me drive around the island pumps and tap both brakes. Pull back up and he sez "do it again" with this big grin. I do. He fondles her some more... sez "you're good" and walks back inside. Followed him in. I swear, it took all I had not to ask him if he wanted me to go find him a cigarette.
My 5 minute inspection took a half an hour. I was glad I could make his day.
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