Sasquatch Sighting!
Oh, but it gets better. I'm riding shuttlepod to work this morning and when I glance to my right, because I saw a small shape that is probably a motorcycle, there's Sasquatch. I know that he needs to get in my lane, to get in the left turn lane, to turn at the same intersection I do. He must surely know that I know, by now. So I do the courteous biker thing and pull into the left hand portion of my lane and sure enough, he moves over.
Okay, that's routine driver etiquette stuff. But then! When I stop at the turn signal, he pulls up beside me. You see, the thing about motorcyclists is that we would put fandom to shame with the instant "we are all alike and therefore friends" mentality. It doesn't matter what bike it is, or that the person beside you is a faceless mask of shiny plastic (with a hideous terrifying beard pouring out from underneath). It's a lot like having many nameless friends who all look like Cobra Commander or, in my case, the Red Ranger.
But then!
Sasquatch raises his faceshield and there is in fact a human being underneath. Sasquatch talks and compliments my bike, patting a broken plastic panel, while taking my agreement for granted, that many people prefer the older ones. He may have said other things but I was busy being bamboozled. He also buckled a loose latch on my saddlebag (after I gave him permission). Fortunately, the light turned green.
Oh, and at work, I asked one of my residents if a name that was commonly arriving at her address was legit, since I remembered it as a forward from about five years ago. I got halfway through the question and she blurted out, "I make great cookies!"
o_O
My weirdness quotient has been fulfilled for today.
Okay, that's routine driver etiquette stuff. But then! When I stop at the turn signal, he pulls up beside me. You see, the thing about motorcyclists is that we would put fandom to shame with the instant "we are all alike and therefore friends" mentality. It doesn't matter what bike it is, or that the person beside you is a faceless mask of shiny plastic (with a hideous terrifying beard pouring out from underneath). It's a lot like having many nameless friends who all look like Cobra Commander or, in my case, the Red Ranger.
But then!
Sasquatch raises his faceshield and there is in fact a human being underneath. Sasquatch talks and compliments my bike, patting a broken plastic panel, while taking my agreement for granted, that many people prefer the older ones. He may have said other things but I was busy being bamboozled. He also buckled a loose latch on my saddlebag (after I gave him permission). Fortunately, the light turned green.
Oh, and at work, I asked one of my residents if a name that was commonly arriving at her address was legit, since I remembered it as a forward from about five years ago. I got halfway through the question and she blurted out, "I make great cookies!"
o_O
My weirdness quotient has been fulfilled for today.