San Francisco, CA, 1996
I was locking my bike outside the San Francisco public library when from within the building a woman emerged. She drew the eye.
Fashionable boots encased compelling legs. A fashionable skirt hugged well-proportioned hips. A fashionable blouse delineated the upper half of a smart hourglass. Atop it all, a full-face helmet, the visor already down.
A bike messenger stood astride his fixie nearby, and I watched him watch her as she walked over, mounted her scooter, and rode away.
"Think so, do ya?" I asked him.
"Oh, I know so," he replied. "Everyone's hotter on two wheels."