Rocketman
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At work, there's this IT guy who works with pride. You know, pride in his pager and cell phone, a bit-obnoxious, perfect for a Sat-Night-Live skit, eccentric, Barney-Fife wannabe... He's the one the rest of the IT team just observes in silent amazement...
So this guy at work has his cube setup in shrine like fashion with 8x10 pic's of him on his SV650 at the track, pics of his blackbird, more pics of him on his SV650 at the track, and just general "I love bikes' kinda monument. S'ok for me...
I'm down there visiting the guy in the cube next to him and my buddy asks if I brought the Busa in to work. "Sure did." I replied. Suddenly the eccentric IT guy pops his head up out of his temple and says - "You own that red Busa?" somewhat disdainfully, but not horribly. (to be fair)
"Sure do!" I reply. He starts to lightly rail me for not riding it to work more often and every remark he makes is kindly scoffing at the busa. I'm nodding and smiling with the courtesy 'Uh Huh...' and I say that I pretty much ride 3 days per week.
"Awe, BS. I hardly ever see it out there..." He say's BS to me! (I'm giggling because I'm starting to hear what I think I was gonna hear.) His attitude darkens and he says sometime like - He rides a Blackbird... and nods like 'Oh yeah'... uh huh (Barney-Fife style) a BLACK-BIRD..1100..X..X... you know... Oh - I think - A Busa Killer.
I look at my friend and he looks at me and we're both smiling and I say - you know what, I'll bring it in tomorrow - let's go for a ride, eh? Suddenly - No response from the IT Guy. We can tell he's still off in fantasy land about his CBR 1100. So we turn and finish our conversation
My buddy and I finish discussing our topic and I leave back to my floor.
The next day, the IT guy parks his bike snug close to my Busa - like - Here I am... Hope yer ready.... (I can still see the nodding 'Uh huh' in my head....) My other riding buddy and I are like, great, another ride for lunches. Coo.
We look over his bike. Nice Micron pipe, well polished paint, actually a very sweet job on his BB. Excellent - I'm thinking... Can't wait til lunchtime.
So I send Mr. Fife an email and compliment his bike and invite him to lunch with me and the 2 other bikers for a little ride. I get no response from him. Bummer!
So the lunchtime riders head down to the shrine cubicle just before lunch to see if Mr. Fife wants to head out with us. My buddy pops and says - he left early today. Hmm, I think. Really? The other guys look at me and we are thinking the same thing... like - what's up with this guy?
My cube friend says - "Yeah - he was mumbling something out the door but I couldn't make it out." We're all just kind of dumbfounded. I try to find him the rest of the day, and he's always one step ahead of me. No reply to my email invites. Oh well.
A few days later, I'm in my cage leaving the parking lot. (I should have rode the bike in.) The Mr. Fife pulls up behind me on his 1100XX and sticks to me like glue. I get on the freeway, so does he. He just rides right next to me for like 5 miles. I take my exit and he opens the throttle so I can hear his bike and speeds away. Like 'YAH!"
So - did he beat the busa vicariously or something?
OK - so tell me... what am I supposed to think about all this?
So this guy at work has his cube setup in shrine like fashion with 8x10 pic's of him on his SV650 at the track, pics of his blackbird, more pics of him on his SV650 at the track, and just general "I love bikes' kinda monument. S'ok for me...
I'm down there visiting the guy in the cube next to him and my buddy asks if I brought the Busa in to work. "Sure did." I replied. Suddenly the eccentric IT guy pops his head up out of his temple and says - "You own that red Busa?" somewhat disdainfully, but not horribly. (to be fair)
"Sure do!" I reply. He starts to lightly rail me for not riding it to work more often and every remark he makes is kindly scoffing at the busa. I'm nodding and smiling with the courtesy 'Uh Huh...' and I say that I pretty much ride 3 days per week.
"Awe, BS. I hardly ever see it out there..." He say's BS to me! (I'm giggling because I'm starting to hear what I think I was gonna hear.) His attitude darkens and he says sometime like - He rides a Blackbird... and nods like 'Oh yeah'... uh huh (Barney-Fife style) a BLACK-BIRD..1100..X..X... you know... Oh - I think - A Busa Killer.
I look at my friend and he looks at me and we're both smiling and I say - you know what, I'll bring it in tomorrow - let's go for a ride, eh? Suddenly - No response from the IT Guy. We can tell he's still off in fantasy land about his CBR 1100. So we turn and finish our conversation
My buddy and I finish discussing our topic and I leave back to my floor.
The next day, the IT guy parks his bike snug close to my Busa - like - Here I am... Hope yer ready.... (I can still see the nodding 'Uh huh' in my head....) My other riding buddy and I are like, great, another ride for lunches. Coo.
We look over his bike. Nice Micron pipe, well polished paint, actually a very sweet job on his BB. Excellent - I'm thinking... Can't wait til lunchtime.
So I send Mr. Fife an email and compliment his bike and invite him to lunch with me and the 2 other bikers for a little ride. I get no response from him. Bummer!
So the lunchtime riders head down to the shrine cubicle just before lunch to see if Mr. Fife wants to head out with us. My buddy pops and says - he left early today. Hmm, I think. Really? The other guys look at me and we are thinking the same thing... like - what's up with this guy?
My cube friend says - "Yeah - he was mumbling something out the door but I couldn't make it out." We're all just kind of dumbfounded. I try to find him the rest of the day, and he's always one step ahead of me. No reply to my email invites. Oh well.
A few days later, I'm in my cage leaving the parking lot. (I should have rode the bike in.) The Mr. Fife pulls up behind me on his 1100XX and sticks to me like glue. I get on the freeway, so does he. He just rides right next to me for like 5 miles. I take my exit and he opens the throttle so I can hear his bike and speeds away. Like 'YAH!"
So - did he beat the busa vicariously or something?
OK - so tell me... what am I supposed to think about all this?