Well, I work at an advertising agency. They're used to very individual types in the creative area here and motorcylists are actively encouraged as they feel they are likely to think more freely than the average person.
As most people live in town they tend to ride mountain bikes to work, but one of the designers and I both ride bikes to work, and we are both allowed to park in the directors car parks next to the Mercedes Benzes, Lexuses (should that be Lexi?) and Evo Lancers.
The bosses don't give a shit what we wear to work (most people wear jeans and a shirt) and certainly don't worry about bike gear at all.
I love my job...
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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