Handy, cap’n

This is a very pretty bike, I said to myself as I walked toward it the other day. I mean, I wouldn’t want a big hog like that, but it’s nice, I get it. 

And it’s a sign of the times that such a machine finds itself outside the town senior center. I’m good with a $25000 machine pulling up for a subsidized breakfast… Who knows how people should live their lives?

But there’s something about the handicapped tag that bothered me. I mean, if you can’t walk inside from the parking lot, should you be riding? Really?