Wish I Had A Camera

I'm down in southern Maryland for a 3-day meeting. (Actually the meeting is at a Navy base just across the Potomac River in Virginia. I'm only staying in southern Maryland.) Coming off the base today I stopped at a traffic light. There in front of me sat a guy on his Harley. It was sunny today, which made it an ideal day to ride a bike to work. He looked the part, too. Leather vest with his motorcycle club insignia, boots, black helmet. Because it was excruciatingly hot, he had a sweatband tied around his head underneath his helmet.

As I sat there waiting for the light to change, I noticed his sweatband wasn't the typical bandanna. No, this biker had class. It was his tie. Evidently, the guy had worn a tie to work and needed something to keep the sweat out of his eyes on the way home. He even retained the knot he so carefully tied in the morning. Only this time the ends of the tie peaked out from underneath his helmet.

Salvatore Ferragamo would be so proud.
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