“My dad taught me to ride a motorcycle when I was 13. We bought an old Kawasaki when I was 16, and I rode that all over the place.” He had already told me all of this, but I figured he was building up to some other point.
He continued after taking a good un-healthy draw from the cigarette, “After I started studying to become a priest I stopped riding because I thought it was unholy. Doctor Emil Ryder states that religious addiction is as potent as any substance.” I wasn’t sure where that came from or where he was going with this conversation.
“Uh-huh,” is all I could come up with in reply. He proceeded to give me what sounded more like a lecture than a conversation.
He finally halted a few seconds. “Sounds like you know this stuff real well.” That set him up for another 15 minutes of quotes and information that I didn’t ever think I would need. Without any explanation he got up and started walking to his car. I rose and followed him.
“Thank you for riding with me.”
“Yeah, let’s do it again soon.”
He climbed into his car and drove off.