I sometimes wonder, if I died, who would attend my funeral. Who, if anyone, would come out of the woodwork.
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Late night motorcycle smile :)
posted Wednesday, November 14, 2012 at 11:27pm
You and a friend were crossing at Robson right in front of chapters. Me and a buddy had just ridden up to the light and stopped. You were wearing a black toque, olive drab jacket. As you crossed us you looked at me/my bike. Then you looked again. And again and when you looked for the last time I waved at you :) We made our turn on to Howe and I rode past you. Your friend saw me and I flashed (or at least tried to) my best smile to you. I got one in return :) Take you for a ride sometime?
Where:Robson & Howe by Chapters.