One of the strangest things about being on a motorcycle is the lack of filter between you and the rest of the world.
So, sometimes, you’ll stop and a stoplight, and folks will just start talking to you.
A few weeks ago, I got to hear the story of a woman who had been a biker for 26 years, and she wound up berating me for not wearing enough gear. (Apparently, gloves are incredibly important…)
The other day I was on my way to work, it was maybe 5:15 in the morning, and I stopped at the light, and the rear window of an SUV rolls down, and a child in a car seat starts talking to me.
“What are you riding?”
“Can I come?”
“uhm…I think you should probably have a seat belt on until you’re a little bit older….”
I get conversations from the people who are spinning signs at the islands on the sides of intersections. We talk about weather and traffic, and whether or not knowing how to juggle actually improves ones ability to spin signs.
I love people.