He laughed. “Okay, seen like that, you’re right. Still, working on bikes all day must be a little fun.”
I shrugged. “Sure, it’s a pretty f*****g easy way to make a buck, or I wouldn’t do it. But fun? Not as fun as riding them on the twisting mountain roads. Do you own a bike?”
He nodded. “An old Kawasaki I bought when I was twenty-one.” He chuckled and got a faraway look in his eyes. “Spent my entire paycheck on it and had to go crawling home to my folks for food and to borrow rent money. You ever have to do that?”
I snorted. Not likely. I didn’t go into the details but shook my head.
“Yeah, well, you’re lucky, because you have to take a shitload of kidding if you do.”
I’ll bet. Still, it would be nice to have a home to come crawling to. I was a little too large now to be shoved in a
