Managed a quick run over to Raglan and back this morning before the rain arrived.
Pulled into Blacksands for a coffee. Ran the bike back into the curb in my usual possie. Swing the leg off. Before I even get the helmet off I can hear this little voice shouting "Motorbike! Motorbike!"
I get the helmet off and there in the doorway of the cafe is this little tyke, eyes gleaming like radio valves, opening the door to greet me with the biggest grin you've ever seen, gabbling away flat out. As I come in he points at the bike - "Bike! Bike!"
I stopped for a wee chat, then went to order the coffee. Sit down at a table. He comes over and jabbers away in three-year-old-ese for a bit, then goes back to the door and gazes out. His mum eventually comes over, picks him up and goes out to see the bike. I went along and pointed out all the bits, told him what was what, pointed out the gloves, helmet, leathers etc. I thought he was gunna burst there for a bit...
His mum told me he is motorbike crazy, has just turned three - had a pretty extensive vocab for a three year old boy. He told me he "wants one just like that!"
Future KB'er maybe...
Made my morning really...![]()
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