So, I’m hanging around a motorcycle dealership looking for a place to sit while I wait for a meeting. I thought I’d have a cup of coffee and charge up my laptop, but this neighborhood appears to go in for pubs more than coffee shops. Not that a motorcycle dealership is the most elegant backdrop for a nice haredi mother, but it beats a pub.

There’s a lineup of motorcycles in front; I can see their appeal, and that surprises me. Some look almost like cars, and I find that less appealing. I like the cheerfulness of the bright green Kawasakis, but cannot figure out how one reaches the handlegrips! I’ll have to go search for a picture of one in use. I’m short (5′ even), so I’m probably not the right build for the intended drivers, but nonetheless… Pregnant women obviously need not apply. Where does one park a beer-belly on this thing? Surely that must be allowed for in the motorcycle target demographic?!

Best I liked the ones that had an insectoid (entomologically-inspired) lightness to the frame. Not the motorcycles with the cushy seats, but the ones that look as if they could fly, or at least drive straight up a wall.