I had to go down to the DMV in Medford. I got there late in the afternoon after work and the place was pretty packed. What I hoped would be a quick in and out started to look like a long stay. The number board said they were helping customer #185 and I had been given #212.
Anyways, I was sitting among the hoards of people, trying to stay comfortable and noticed a guy sitting across from me. He had dirty pants, maybe had been worn for days, well worn
As I sat there, thinking that this guy was a real biker, he probably sweat motor oil. He probably had a job where he used his hands, like a construction worker, mechanic, or the like. He wore his dirt on the outside of his clothes.
It occurred to me that when I ride my bike my jeans are clean, my shirts are freshly laundered and my vests (leather and denim) still look new, even though I have had them awhile. My clothes look clean and I thought that was probably a good thing.
I can't exactly wear my work dirt home - being a surgical nurse my clothes might be covered in blood. I might look like a walking crime scene. Random EMT's might think I have already been in an accident!
Maybe it's a good thing I'm a clean biker chick.