Worlds almost collided

Today has already been the most bizarre day I've had in a long time. Up early to prepare a breakfast with a past employer by doing an light morning exercise and shaping up with some soda. This man who rides a nice sports touring bike did I get to know while doing some tech work consulting in my country's business capital. Anyway, nice to see him again and when he left I stood by watching him drive away and didn't feel any bikeless blues. Just happy and ready to chill down with a smoke. One hour or so later an another friend who clearest of all represents my darker side came by with his highly customized Harley. What a contrast between those 2. And howe similar. And how difficult it is to decide who's the better man (if there is a difference in that regard). That's what's so bizarre.

A biker is a biker (even if Harly owners are a bit exclusive) but I am like a stone. I ain't rolling and the blues...

But I will not fade away. Period.