Yesterday I was stopped at a light. A car pulled up next to me on the right hand side and the driver rolled down her window. There sat the prototype grandmother flowered dress, white hair teased up, specs on the bridge of her nose, and the sweetest smile. She looks at my Spyder and remarks, "Nice tryke! Is it as much fun to ride as it looks? Did you build it yourself." I tell you she took me completely by surprise...but what a nice surprise!
