My friend Roger bought a bike a while back and has been teasing me with the prospect of a ride for about 3 weeks.
(Quick aside: this Roger is from Pathway Sales- not the CEO of our company OR the one from golf. There are too many Rogers and too many Matts in this part of the world.)
Back to the bike. It's a gorgeous white Harley with that sound that makes your heart swell into your stomach. Unfortunately it's been raining a lot...and I'm not going to get on a bike with any daredevil that wants to ride in the rain. Finally we had a good day and got out of work early Friday afternoon. The traffic wasn't too bad yet and we had a great run around the lake.
On the way back, about a half mile from the office, the front wheel seemed to shimmy a little and Roger rolled the bike over into the grass of a park by the road.
Roger, what's wrong? I asked, trying not to sound worried - this is a brand new bike!
The clutch, it's not working. Not a good voice either.
That's when I shut up. I don't know the first thing about motorcycle clutches (driving belts, yes, but that's another story). I felt so bad, even though I knew it wasn't my fault. I like to be helpful, but in this situation I felt the best help I could give was to stay out of the way. Roger got the Harley people on the phone and we started walking back to the office. Fortunately, a couple other salesguys from work drove by and gave us a lift - rescuing us from the July evening heat.
It could have been worse, I guess. Roger took the bike to the shop and promised me another ride. And I'm left with bike fever...but I need to buy a new computer first.
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