Close encounters of the weird kind

Leaning from car windowAs I was waiting for a light next to a car, the window rolled down and a young feller stuck his head out, looking down at my scooter.

“I seriously love that bike,” he drawled, slowly.

“It’s like being a kid again,” I said. “You know, during the Civil War and stuff.”

“Does it cruise?” he grinned. (Did I smell patchouli?)

“Er, sure … well, there’s the light…”

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