Mischief

There's another rider I see in my parking garage fairly regularly. We make a little small talk now and then, but rarely see one another on the road. She rides a teal and black Honda Shadow.

Anyway, yesterday we somehow both would up at the front of the line at the same stoplight. I tried to think of something conversational to say, but my brain failed me in the heat.

So I just turned and said, "You wanna race?"