A morning ride into the shop was always refreshing, if not downright stimulating.  Upon arrival, Boris always had a spring to his step, akin to his batteries being jump-started.  He also enjoyed the whole process of “gearing up.”  Zipping up his jacket was always first on the brief checklist.  Securing his<i>Arai </i>helmet via hook-and-loop through a D-ring was next.  Cinching his gloves up nice and tight at the wrists with Velcro, was always last, but by no means least.  It was unfathomable to him how some riders chose to ride without gloves.<br/><br/>There were roughly 20 minutes prior to his shop’s scheduled time to open.  Enough of an opportunity to fire up his work laptop and sneak a peek at<i>Innocent Innuendos</i>.  He’d be sure to bang out a reply to<i>GhostWriter</i>, assuming there was a message from her already waiting for him.  Yep, there she was with a message about a title and the manner in which he signed off.  Boris was pleased to read about the latter, which meant she noticed little details like that.<br/><br/>The title, on the other hand, resulted in a chuckle.  He thought, Eh?  She actually liked<i>Let’s Rock!!! </i>as their title?  No offense to Sanchez for uttering it, but it sounded so generic.  It was a phrase almost guaranteed to be heard at a<i>Def Leppard </i>or<i>Guns N’ Roses </i>concert.  Well, I’m not about to argue if that’s the one she likes, he further mused.  Time for a quick answer before unlocking the front door.<br/><br/><i>Hello GhostWriter,</i><br/><br/>Let’s Rock!!!<i>it is then.  You’re right about it being short and sweet.  lol  Now that that detail is outta the way, I’ll start our thread when I get home after work.  I’ll tag you at the bottom of the post, so be on the lookout for an alert from me.</i><br/><br/><i>Other than that, Let’s Rock!!!  lol</i><br/><br/><i>Also good to hear your day’s better than yesterday.</i><br/><br/><i>CU When ICU, &lt;---thanks for noticing  lol</i><br/><br/><i>47</i><br/><br/>That was quick, Boris thought, pleased with himself that there were six minutes to spare.  He unlocked the door to his shop anyway.  Within half an hour later, his first potential customer of the day walked in.  She was attractive for sure, even with the light pink hair.  Hell, he thought, she could have rainbow-colored hair or be bald, and still look good.  Okay, maybe not that second one, but still.  Boris’s fashion sense was nothing to write home about, being slightly better than that of a snapping turtle, but the woman’s clothing complemented her perfectly.  Her outfit practically screamed,<i>I’m a good time!, </i>just not in a perverted kinda way.<br/><br/>First things first, however.  “I’m sorry to hear about your bike,” he stated sincerely.  “That’s gotta suck.”  Boris wished he could somehow help her, but alas.  “I’m sorry, miss, but my shop customizes bikes that people bring in for modifications, be it for cosmetics or performance.  You might wanna visit a dealership if you’re looking for a scooter.”<br/><br/>Boris hated letting people down, even total strangers such as this woman before him.  Her dejected expression didn’t help matters at all.  “Tell you what,” he offered, hoping to give her a boost of positivity.  “If you have a business card, leave one with me and if something comes in, I’ll give you a ring.”  It was a longshot at best, but at least it was something.  He flashed the best smile he could, and then informed her with a snicker, “You’d be surprised what some of my customers leave behind in gratitude for the work I do on their rides.  I mean, they always pay me as agreed, but their idea of a thank-you gift can be, uh, quite bizarre.”  He winked at her with a grin, wisely choosing to not mention any juicy details.