Git 'Er Done, Redbox

Okay, now that the new Nashville West McDonald's has been reborn, where are the frickin' movies?

No, 4700 Charlotte is halfway to work! We need 6800 Charlotte (or whatever the address is).

Look: You have a new McD's that looks more like a Borders bookstore!

Git 'er done!

I saw my old motorcycle buddy whilst breaking fast on my morning burritos. This guy used to be a weekend morning fixture at the old McD's (on the same spot as this new one, above), with his years-old free refill plastic coffee mug, its golden arches nearly eroded away, altogether.

I think his name is Terry, and he's close to retirement age. He's having trouble at work -- some low-skill job -- but he's quick to move off that topic, and on to motorcycles. "How's that Yamaha runnin'? Hey, you need a new rear tire! Did I ever tell you about the Aero 125 I borrowed from the shop while my 600 was havin' the crank replaced?"

He loves all things two-wheeled. He's seen me on the Chinese Death Machine, the Kymco and the Vino, and nothing brought a glimmer to his eye like the first time he heard me start the Vino. I picture his house being littered with old motorcycle parts (at last count, I think he has at least three bikes in various states of disrepair), carbs and exhausts strewn about, here and there.

He loves to talk about small-displacement bikes, and thinks anyone who wants to go over 90 mph on two wheels is seriously crazy. We lament the lack of good choices in this segment of the market, currently, and talk about the insanity of paying the price of a car for a new motorcycle.

He seems a bit lonely, and I'm glad to have an ear to lend him. He's a good guy.
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