As I was walking into the building tonight, one of the news types noticed my heavy leather jacket and helmet and asked, “Are you the one that rides that bike?”
That gave me a good chuckle...that bike was pretty vague, but we both knew what bike he was talking about.
There were five bikes out in the parking lot, which I thought was remarkable given the cool temperatures today and the freeze expected tonight. Five bikes and all he has to ask is about that bike...
The monster black and chrome Valkyrie truly stands out.
“Man! That thing must be wicked fast. It’s...” he struggled for words, “well...” his mouth worked a moment, “awesome!” He looked embarrassed.
Heh heh... “Awesome.” I agree, but I do get a laugh that that was the best a professional journalist could come up with.
As we rode up the elevator I handed him a card. Full-color and glossy, it lists my books and website. He looked surprised.
“You’re an author?”
I smiled. “Yep.” It’s still strange to hear someone say that.
“I thought you were in I.T.”
I just smiled. It’s well known that the journalists here kind of look down on the geeks. I am also often just not quite what people expect anyway. Closed eyes and minds are terrible things for a journalist to possess.
I didn’t tell him about the 9 articles I’ve had published in our newspaper (all I’ve bothered to submit), or the countless others in various magazines. I didn’t tell him I’m a geek instead of a professional writer because I couldn’t take the pay cut.
Maybe I made a sale. He was mumbling something about “checking them out” as he got off the elevator.
Maybe I’ll help open his eyes. Maybe even his mind. Maybe I’ll even see him on the road. Maybe...
I really don’t know about him...but you, I’ll see on the road.