So, I had my motorcycle stolen in Venice. It wandered off in the night while I was sleeping. I guess it got bored and walked away.
4 days later I paid $7k cash and bought a new bike, one with fancy doodads and blinky lights. I tried hard to impress this new bike, to let it know I was a worthy rider. On the freeway that night I wound it up to 120mph in 4th gear hoping to gain some respect, show it who's boss. I felt like we had established the makings of a fine dictatorship -- at least a mutual fear and respect. I ruled that fancy new motobike with an iron fist.
But it was not impressed. 8 hours after I bought it, I parked it on the street for about an hour. When I returned to move it to a safe place, it was gone. It had wandered off in search of greener pastures.
I'd only driven it twice, and already it had judged me unworthy.
The happy ending:
All of the amazing people I know, my beautiful LA family, were much more upset about this than I was. More than anything I enjoyed the humor it. My coworkers were furious. Today the owners of the company informed me that they wanted to replace my bike as thanks for being one of the hardest working people in the company. This made it seem like a business decision when in fact it had absolutely nothing to do with business, nor bonuses, nor my contribution to the company. While I can't imagine how I can accept such a nice gesture, I don't know how I could afford not to.
Never underestimate the potential for the unexpected.
4 days later I paid $7k cash and bought a new bike, one with fancy doodads and blinky lights. I tried hard to impress this new bike, to let it know I was a worthy rider. On the freeway that night I wound it up to 120mph in 4th gear hoping to gain some respect, show it who's boss. I felt like we had established the makings of a fine dictatorship -- at least a mutual fear and respect. I ruled that fancy new motobike with an iron fist.
But it was not impressed. 8 hours after I bought it, I parked it on the street for about an hour. When I returned to move it to a safe place, it was gone. It had wandered off in search of greener pastures.
I'd only driven it twice, and already it had judged me unworthy.
The happy ending:
All of the amazing people I know, my beautiful LA family, were much more upset about this than I was. More than anything I enjoyed the humor it. My coworkers were furious. Today the owners of the company informed me that they wanted to replace my bike as thanks for being one of the hardest working people in the company. This made it seem like a business decision when in fact it had absolutely nothing to do with business, nor bonuses, nor my contribution to the company. While I can't imagine how I can accept such a nice gesture, I don't know how I could afford not to.
Never underestimate the potential for the unexpected.
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And, this incident clearly shows how cool and wonderful of a person you are otherwise I doubt people would be wanting to help you out.
Rock on!