sense. So, youâre an emergency room nurse? That sounds exciting. What made you decide to be a nurse?â
âAt first, nursing seemed practical. I had to make a living. I wasnât very far into it when I discovered I really loved E.R. nursing. I found out I like to be where the action is. Iâm not very patient.â She sipped her coffee. âWhat makes a person decide to be a biker?â
He grinned at her and she noticed that in the midst of that scruffy face was a very warm, inviting smile. âIn my case, a scooter,â he said. âI was pretty little. Then a bigger bike, and biggerâ¦â
âYou look like a pretty hard-core bikerâ¦.â She stopped herself and bit her lower lip.
âI do, huh?â he said patiently. âWell, I am, I guess. Iâm not a Hells Angel or anything like that.â
âDo you belong to aââ
âA bike club?â he asked, leaning back in his chair. âHavenât had time for anything like that in a while. I might go on a group ride now and then, but mostly Iâm on my own. I kind of like just taking offâthatâs the beauty of the bike. When I was a lot younger, I took eighteen months to tour the U.S., with just a bedroll and backpack. I met a lot of riders out on the road. Sometimes weâd hook up and ride together, camp together,for a week or so, then Iâd move on. I learned a lot about the machine that way. About the people who are drawn to the machine.â
âEighteen months?â she asked, astonished.
âYep. It was awesome. Thereâs a lot to check out in this country. You can see a lot more of it from a bike. You like to read?â
âUh-huh. Girl stuff.â
âWell, thereâs this bookânot girl stuff, but itâs goodâ Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance . It tries to explain the feelings bikers have toward their bikes, their freedom, the power of the open road, the whole experience.â
She laughed at him. âI know golfers who think itâs a spiritual experience to get the ball in the hole, but itâs still just a little white ball you hit around with a club.â
âEver been on a bike?â he asked, lifting an eyebrow.
âI hate them. The worst casualties in the E.R. are bikers.â
âYeah,â he admitted. âAnyone on a bike who isnât fully conscious, totally safe and has an accident, I donât sympathize with as much as I should. But bikers who get hurt because theyâre more vulnerable than the vehicleâthatâs a calculated risk. We understand that. Being on a bike is so great, thatâs why people take that risk. I mean, thereâs no metal around us, no air bags. Itâs not a tank. You have to be sharp, you have to be good. You should have a good machine.â He smiled at her. âIf youâre riding, you better have a good driver.â He sipped his coffee. âEver been on a bike?â he asked again.
She shook her head, her mouth open a little.
âWho knows? Maybe Iâll get you on one someday.â
âIâ¦ahâ¦doubt it.â
âNever say never.â
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It was pretty unusual for Walt to take a coffee break that lasted an hour and a half. It was unheard of for him to take that kind of time away from the store with a pretty woman. Theyâd had such a nice time, talking about his rides, her nursing. Walt didnât have hobbies outside of bikes and ridesâhis hours were long and he enjoyed his work so much he never considered cutting backâbut they discovered they both liked to read. Walt was drawn to the guy stuff; she went for the girl stuff. Before leaving the bookstore, they did a little browsingâfirst in his section, then hers. They left with a couple of books apieceâWalt bought her a copy of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance . They both admitted theyâd had a nice time when they said goodbye. He told her