Walking back from my, well, walk, I pass a big motorcycle in the parking lot of a strip mall. On the pavement, two helmets are neatly tucked in beside the back wheel. Tire?
Funny. I don’t remember there being a biker bar in this neighbourhood mall, and neither is there. The bike is parked out front of . . . a nail salon. With the big lens on my camera, I have to back across the parking lot to frame the shot, and then only just.
As a bonus, I get another face for my collection. A little piggy, don’t you think?