lgrinnings
I live for the CABE
I recently had my father-in-law pick up a bike for me up in Maine. Yesterday, he was on his way down to MA with it and some other stuff in his truck when a logging truck made a wide turn onto the road upon which he was traveling. Watching the logging truck out of concern, he hadn't realized that traffic in front of him had stopped. He braked quickly, but still hit a woman in front of him, who, in turn, tapped the car in front of her. (I know, this doesn't sound funny at all, right?) So the accident is minor and everyone is amicable and okay. the guy from the first car wanders back and sees the bike. He asks what my father-in-law's plans are for it. My father-in-law explains that the bike is mine and he's bringing it to me. The guy asks what I paid. After my father-in-law tells him, he offers my father-in-law double (which would still be a sweet deal). My father-in-law understandably declines and the guy goes on to tell him about a Shelby Donald Duck bike that he's restoring for his son. Small world.
The point of the story, I guess, is that you never know who you'll run into.
The point of the story, I guess, is that you never know who you'll run into.