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    May 22, 2017

    Perhaps you have experienced a similar situation?   

    (If so, please share it in the comments section.)   


    Sometime around March, I noticed a vintage 350 motorcycle parked next to mine; however, I never saw its owner.  


    One morning while I was having a cup of tea on a rocking chair on the front porch of the airbnb house in which I reside, I saw a petite woman walk over to that 350.  


    I watched as she took the cover off the bike; I watched as she placed the cover in a backpack; I watched as she put on her leather jacket; I watched as she started the motorcycle; then, I watched her pull away.


    I said nothing.


    Instead, I continued to watch as our motorcycles shared the same shaded space in an open parking lot for weeks and weeks.


    Eventually, I knew I would run into her, and finally, I did.


    I introduced myself to her, and we began what I might call our moto-friendship.


    I asked her about her and her bike.  


    Questions like...

    How long have you been riding?  

    Where did you find that vintage bike?

    What made you decide to purchase a motorcycle?

    Did you take a safety course?


    Elizabeth had been riding for just over three-months.  


    A newbie!  


    She had purchased the bike from Coastal Empire Moto.  


    Her decision came after her divorce: she wanted to try something different.  


    And, YES, she had taken a safety course.


    Unfortunately, our conversation was cut short, for we both had previous engagements.  


    When I came home, I found a note on my door with her number attached to it.  


    I sent her a text, and invited her to the airbnb house to chat some more.


    The following day, she stopped by, and we revealed more about ourselves.


    During our discussion, she asked if I would mind if she gave my number to a soon-to-be photography graduate from the Savannah College of Art and Design (SCAD).  


    I asked why? 


    Apparently, Mike was doing a portrait series project with vintage motorcycle owners, and she thought I would be a perfect fit.  


    Of course, I agreed.  


    I lamented about my turn signal situation on my Honda 450, and Elizabeth suggested that I take the bike into Coastal Empire Moto.  


    We chatted more about life, but, alas, our time frame was limited by other responsibilities.  


    I hugged her good-bye.   

    Later that evening, I received a text from the soon-to-be SCAD graduate Mike Schalk.  

    We agree to meet on Wednesday morning across from a local library for our photo-shoot.  


    He asked me to select a meaningful spot.  


    Since this particular blog could not have been written without the help of public libraries, I selected the one I used back when I first visited Savannah last October.


    The photo-shoot lasted about 30-minutes.  


    Next, he was headed to Coastal Empire Moto (CEM) for another photo-shoot.


    I told him that I would probably see him there.


    (My rear turn signals had been out for months, and I needed help replacing them.) 


    Despite the impending storms, I was able to get to CEM on Bull Street.


    There, Mike Garcia (one of the three owners) handled my request.  He could have sent me off and asked me to come back later.  Instead, he helped me address the rear signals on the spot.  


    Maybe I had that forlorn look in my eyes.  


    What did he charge in exchange for his services?  




    The Ground Pounder:  a pale ale from the Service Brewing Company.


    Mike and I also discussed Elizabeth's motorcycle.


    I told him that in a few days (once the storms and rain subsided) I would be back with beer.  


    Later, we talked about how much I could ask for my "vintage" Honda Rebel. Pleasantly shocked at the price points he offered, I shook his hand and told him I'd be back on Saturday.  


    They say timing is everything.  


    Apparently, these new moto-friendships happened at the exact time they needed to happen.


    From one individual -- Elizabeth -- came two connections:  Mike and Mike.  


    And, if I tell you that I would have met Elizabeth, no matter what, would you believe me?  


    Just ask the owner of the cleaning company we use (at the airbnb).  I got a text from Perla about one of her female clients who just bought a motorcycle.  When Perla mentioned me to Elizabeth, she said, "I know her; we just met."  




    I mean you cannot make this sort of stuff up.  


    Why do I get the feeling that my Savannah motorcycle circle will continue to expand as summer approaches?  

    Until we meet again, my friend.  
























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