Long day working the aHbe Racer booth at a vintage car and moto show in Old Town San Diego. Abe and Rowe were exhausted. With the last of their booth stuff packed onto the truck, the duo are approached by two guys who were working the booth next to theirs. Resembling greasers from the 1950s and sporting chains from their belts, they asked, "Want some refreshments?". After an hour, the foursome were seen, still on the streets of Old Town, drinking their beers and cajoling.
Deciding it was time to eat, the foursome make their way to a funky taco shop called Lucha Libre. Parking could only be found down a dimly lit adjoining street. Rowe was the first to find a spot to park her bike, while Abe had to continue quite aways up the hill. Since there was a long line at the taco shop, the two greasers rushed to get in line. Rowe stood all alone on the sidewalk, still waiting for Abe to park. The guy with the goatee ran back to Rowe and asked, in a rather serious tone, "Would you like a piece??" Unsure as to whether the guy meant a piece of gum or candy, Rowe replied, "Nah, that's ok. We're going to eat right now." Quizzically, the guy looked at her and said, "No, here...take my switchblade instead."
"Babes, a "piece" is a gun", Abe explained later, gently consoling Rowe for her naivety. In retrospect, I felt a little embarrassed by my reply, but was grateful that I had comrades ensuring my protection from menacing San Diegans. A fine night in the lives of aHbe Racer: refreshing beer, scrumptious tacos, engaging convo, and new friends...piece and all, while the wheels are spinning...
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