09-14-2014, 02:33 PM
I stopped on this chilly morning for a very early breakfast in Wheaton, Ill., one of the suburbs of Chicago. I'm sitting in a booth with only the window and a sidewalk between me and the CB in the diagonal parking slot facing the restaurant. A perfect spot to people watch as well as stare at a beautiful machine. With only a few folks out this early it was pretty much just me and the waitress - and my bike a few feet away when a very elderly Asian (my guess is Japanese) couple walked slowly past my window, arm in arm, on their way into the restaurant. Very nicely dressed, they may have been on their way to a church service nearby. As they passed my window I could see the old man's head turn as he kept his gaze on the bright red Honda gleaming in the early morning light. Suddenly he pulled on the arm of the lady I assume was his wife, turned completely around and, still staring at the motorcycle, broke into a smile from ear to ear. He pointed at it as he was talking to her. He looked positively delighted. After a few seconds of him sharing his thoughts with her and her smiling and nodding in agreement, they both turned back and came into the restaurant. I have no idea what was said, but for some reason, I think the CB made the old man's day. I know he made mine. 