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Friday
Not much to say, skipped out on riding, to say fair thee well to a good friend being shuffled on from this town of ours, the velvet worn away long ago.
Saturday
The town was a blurry buzz, or a buzzy blur. I got out late, had some productive procrastination and got the backend edits to a clients website done. The rides came quick enough. A couple of fares stood out.
The Dirty 6th to West Campus escape.
A group of kids (college kids, I have to assume.) were going to West Campus. Some of the group was unsure, or debating, or some type of mumbling, but one guy was set on taking the pedicab, set on taking the young lady he was with via pedicab, and wasted no time with negotiations.
He asked how much but before I could come up with a quote for the longer than normal ride, he pulled out a number of Jacksons, and asked “[will] this get me to West Campus?” I asked, “just you two or is that guy coming with?” (that guy, being not as self assured and definitely not as enthusiastic about pedicabs). He confirmed it was just the two, and I was almost as happy to leave that group behind as he was ready to not have to wait on them.
The rest of the ride was more or less just a ride, I had some cash, he was rizzing (as the kids say) and the young lady was trying to convince him to not spend money so frivolously. I bought them a few minutes of one on one time before the group recongealed, and I wish them the best of luck.
The ups and downs of Warehouse fun.
The other stand out was a trio, taking a selfie in some low light. I broke out my trusty soft white light, I bought for working on my truck and had them take another. It helped.
After a little more time one breaks off to ask the ever important question, “How much?”
I give my standard it depends on where.
They name the pretty close apt. building, so I give them my favorite quote to give a good vibe, “You give me what you want, it’s a quick ride”
They ask about music, I give them the bluetooth name. The excitement just keeps adding to. I got them the lights, I got them the tunes. Time for some videos/memories, so we take the long way down the street where the trees are wrapped in light. I drop off some satisfied customers and they proved it as if Homer wrote the story. Little did I know this epic journey was going to have a twist. I see a cute lady with a familiar vibe walking down the street and I get some strong deja vu. Then the original breakout of the trio is right in front of me, asking if he left keys in my cab. I told him I didn’t notice any, but I only did a quick glance.
I feel like their night went from long to daylight, but I was generously released from obligation after searching the cab and under the seat.
Sunday
Well I had thought I would regret choosing to coach axe throwing early on Sunday, and Sunday was a caffeinated blur.
The dudes celebrating their friend tying the knot were a great group of guys, that along with another coach bringing in breakfast tacos started Sunday out right despite waking up a little earlier than I am accustomed to. I went straight from job one to the lake to get on a paddle board and hang out with three friends of mine in that lukewarm river water we call Town Lake. It was just what the doctor ordered, we followed that up with some Thai food, and searching for jewels in the pool.
Refreshed and Recharged I met up with the future King of Klein in town for a second round of bon voyage for my emigrant friend. Then I got back on the streets by midnight, and started catching rides pretty quick.
The highlight or beautiful pearl on a hilltop from Sunday was a lovely trio of ladies, the greeting started with one calling me over, but another looked at me as if I were a beast. My curious nature, kept me around to solve the mystery of this misplaced ire. Turns out their last pedicab, was both unpleasant and expensive. I know full well there are some riders out here on the streets that don’t actually like this job. They do it to extract as much money as they can and don’t think long term or care about how the immediate fare will fare after their interaction ends. Once I found out this nugget of information, I had a longer conversation with them, figured out their wants and needs, we negotiated a price we all found fair, and off we went.
While on this particular voyage, where conversation was wanted over a concerto, we found out there was a budding romance, where the fire got put out before given its full chance to burn. In other words the flirtation between one of them and a firefighter got cut short by the command chain, and we were on our way to try one last attempt to get a phone number in the right hands. As we pull up to Fire Station No1, the high fences and lack of trucks left the end of the ride all wet, but the shiny gemstone washed into view was a changed mind. Someone went from hating all pedicabs to knowing we are all different and now she has a Favorite Pedicab!