Today I pried myself away from all of the left-over work tasks that I couldn’t get done during the week and went down to my favorite junk store to buy a fall wreath for the front door*. On the way back, I was behind a pack of people on shiny chromed up saddle-bagged motorcycles. Whenever I see a bunch like this, not matter how much leather they’re wearing or whatever crazy thing they have painted on the back of their jackets, I can’t help but think that they are off duty dentists instead of some wild bunch of misfits.
I was wrong though. When we were all stuck at a crowded down-townish intersection waiting to move on, I got a good look at the women and they were a little rough looking. Unless this was a pack of dentists with toughie girl wives. I don’t know. But then something happened that irritated me.
All of a sudden, the bike at the left rear of the pack moved forward into the intersection and the toughie girl raised her hand to stop the cars. The other motorcycles started to ride slowly forward and I realized that they were “protecting” two adult male dorks on regular bicycles who were trying to cross the street. As soon as the adult male dorks were across, the toughie girl waved the traffic forward and the bikes roared away.
I found that very irritating. I don’t know why. The essence of it was a good thing – looking out for each other. A kindness. But there was something grating about it. Maybe the adult dorks didn’t want to be brothers with the toughies. Maybe the toughies, under other circumstances, would never approach let alone claim temporary kinship anyone outside of their immediate motorbiking circles. Maybe the toughies consider themselves to be do-gooders because of this act, repeated countless times for countless dorks on bikes.
The adult male dorks didn’t even appear to notice what was going on.
* I bought some cute jingly Christmas doorknob decorations too.