I see motorcycles on my commute daily. Usually several. They range from the tiny little Kawasakis to the tricked out Harleys. This morning I saw one that made me giggle. This guy was riding a customized Harley – all accoutrements were black. The seat and all painting was black. His German military style helmet was a shiny black. He wore black leather chaps. A black leather jacket. Big, black leather boots. So, big, manly man right? Guess what he was sitting on? A big fluffy pillow. I just had to giggle*. And then I wondered, is he from the Spanish Inquisition? Because I didn’t expect that.
*I know, I know. He probably had a very good reason for that big fluffy pillow. Perhaps he just had surgery and the Harley was his only transportation** or maybe his seat was damaged somehow*** or perhaps some other perfectly normal reason exists for why he was sitting his manly man Harley on top of a fluffy pillow****
**I’m thinking that taking a bus would work. Or a cab.
***See last comment.
****I can’t really think of one though. Can you?
