Scene: my regular coffee shop
I hear the thunderous rumble of motorcycles and look up from my paperback. Through the coffee shop window, I see pull up on the sidewalk a red motorized scooter bearing a wizened old man wearing combat boots, jean cut-off shorts, a pristine white t-shirt, and thick glasses barely visible under an equally pristine ball cap.
His hand turns the key to power down the scooter as the motorcycles simultaneously disappear into town.
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