Lucia and Jim made a trek to deliver a friend to his new motorcycle. L took some biker art pix for me -- v nice of her.
Motorcycles have always seemed shockingly boring to me. At one time I knew how to ride a (small) motorcycle. I had a bf who'd ridden across the country (in many, many months) when he was about 16. Everywhere he stopped and got a job they wanted to adopt him as he was smart and a good worker. But he kept on going... Then we were thinking about taking a similar trip... I was 18... we broke up because I always thought he was too good looking and not mature enough, and anyway, I wanted to hang out with my best friends Jack and Marie, and become a junkie (is there irony there?)*. So I did, then I stopped that, went to England for a while on a British Horse Society course, came back, discovered he'd been to my house to find me, didn't find him back (tried, though). Moved away, worked in the horseracing industry, went to uni, went to oz, um... and so on. He was an interesting fellow in that his mother, a penurious divorcee, moved to Acapulco to stretch her dollars when he was a wee one. He and his (Mexican) friend broke the elevator in the El Presidente Hotel by riding up and down in it (he always told me). His mother used to haggle in the marketplace. Then after some years they returned to Phila. and she had a successful import business, and married a fellow who was a well-known talk radio dude. He was way into coffee, as I recall, and had to have anything related to coffee. The real father was an oil dude who was working in the Middle East. I'm sure some kind of engineer or something -- I remember his photo. Lots of father/son similarities.
*and he always liked me too much, whatever that means
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