Just enough dirty to get the taste, but not so much as the weekend to feel like you need a shower before you even get home.
Wednesday
Wednesday is for lovers, the majority of my rides tonight were couples. (Majority being a loose term on nights with only a few rides.) I definitely understand the appeal of going downtown on a weeknight instead of a weekend. You don’t need to play the numbers, you are already with the one you want to go home with (hopefully anyway).
Bookending the night were some fun couples.
The first ride came up ready to go while I was chilling on San Jac. Lucky for me too, because I had been waiting for quite some time. They were ready, and I like my first ride to set the tone of the night, so I let them pay what they wanted. I also gave them stereo control so they could play what they wanted as well. I found out pretty quick that a leisure cruise is not what they signed up for.
The gentleman let me know the lady liked pedicab rides of a royal purple flavor from 1984. (I could easily paraphrase him with “Let’s Go Crazy”.) So, I obliged as safely as I could for my sake, but started cranking those pedals. We hit multiple yellow lights after entering the intersection like it was scripted. We got to their destination pretty damn quick, and they decided it was worth a fair price. Everyone walked away happy.
This was confirmed when they flashed big smiles at me, and waved when they crossed my path back on dirty 6th later in the night.
Speaking of later, the last couple to hail me down were in town to laugh. And, while one was ready to find humor in the tiny wheels of a scoot scoot, the other was willing to play it safe and walk. Then they saw me. The compromise that is a win win, Speed and safety. When they told me their destination, I decided to stick with the pay what you like trend I had set for the night, and this couple did not disappoint. We had a pleasant conversation inspired by my trike bike playlist, (they wanted me to choose the music, so I stuck with the playlist I had just made). The song that was playing when they got in was La Bicyclette by Yves Montand. I was asked if it was Italian, I said French but jokingly guessed maybe from the border. I looked up Yves when I got home to find out there was a good reason for that guess. Yves Montand is indeed from Italy!
If I end up seeing them again this week, I’ll have to do my best to remember to let them know!