I had a couple of chance meetings the other day while getting my oil changed. First was the trumpet player from the small praise band at church. It was nice to fill the ninety-minute wait talking with a friend.
Yes, it took ninety minutes. They were busy. They’re busy because they do a great job. But I digress.
Then, as I was leaving, I saw a man with a Slingshot. No, not the kind that breaks the neighbor’s window.
This guy was driving a three wheeled roller skate. A cross between a sports car and a motorcycle. The open top two seat hotrod is driven like a sports car. The constant breeze makes it feel like a motorcycle.
The thing has a steering wheel like any car. The wind will blow just like a motorcycle. This guy had a top-of-the-line helmet. It is what any sensible Harley rider would wear.
He was parked next to me. He arrived as I was leaving. He had a problem with a tire.
There is no good thing that can come from a Slingshot with a flat.
