Yesterday's adventure was a giggle. "Doing Whyte Ave" always means that there will be an interesting character or two to talk to. We met new dogs, talked with artists at 2 (TWO!) art supply stores, spoke with a street person who's obvious affliction would most definitely keep jobs at a distance (there, but for the Grace...), and then there were the bikers.
Sigh. I shoulda known. Because I keep my camera in my backpack most days, I jumped at the opportunity to ask if I could take some pics. The fact that they are a bunch of guys hanging around, waiting to be noticed (yeah, yeah, cool biker dudes, scary, my arse) didn't dawn on me until the words were out of my mouth "scuze me, you think I could take a picture? ....just of the bike?". WELL. following were the most brazen pickup lines I'd encountered in years.
Poor Linds. Then again, judging from the laughs on the sidelines, I think she was rather amused with the guys' attempts. Apparently, while I was speaking with one fellow about the particularly cool custom jobbie, another went to throw out his cup in the concrete garbage that Linds was leaning against and said "Zat your mom? She's a WILD WOMAN". ha. Meanwhile, the other was telling me to ditch the girl and go for a ride. I won't repeat the rest.
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