I applied for a position at a local company, and I was thoroughly impressed that they had motorcycle parking right up front.  I used to park under the awning at my old job, but I had to push the bike under it because the management didn't like to hear my bike running next to the building.  Anyway, I thought this was really cool.  I parked my Blue Savage next to a Gold Wing, went in, dropped off the application, came back out, and low and behold, there's an identical Savage parked next to mine.  Same year, same color.  I think they multiplied.  Couldn't find the owner, but I plan on stopping by when I see it again.  Small world.

I was a legal secretary in the '70's and rode my bike to work. Had to park on the sidewalk. It drove the lawyers nuts that their secretary rode a bike. Had to change from my boots into dress shoes morning, noon & night, but they lived through it & so did I. We all laugh about it now when we get together. I didn't tell them when they hired me that I was a biker. I guess they though a 30 year old mother of 4 had more sense.