Yesterday, I took the She Devil (my Ducati Diavel) into Phoenix for routine service and new tires. The dealership where I got the work done was empty of customers with the exception of me. But they had a nurse to check temperatures and insure that everyone wore a mask. Thank heavens the nurse was a pretty lady. I accused her of being a “fetish” nurse, but she assured me that she was a regular nurse when she took my temperature and gave me the once-over before allowing me to walk back to the service area. Once back there, all of the employees including the mechanics wore masks. The experience was a little weird in a state with no helmet laws. I wear a helmet as a matter of practice just because of habit even though few do in AZ.
(above, the latest nursing fashion in the era of the Chinese Plague)
You’d think that the motorcycle community would have had enough of the Chinese Plague. There are certainly a lot of (gucci) bikers showing up on the rural blacktop up near the White Wolf Mine, and I haven’t seen any of them wearing masks. I haven’t seen many outlaw types up there so I only mention the regular folks who gather with other like minded people to go for runs into rural Arizona. Restaurants open up on Monday, so there will be a LOT MORE coming up into the area to stop at the usual watering holes, so popular with the two-wheel crowd.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t dislike (almost) fetish nurses checking me out. Where have they been all my life? But the whole heavy PPE thing in an empty motorcycle dealership with the staff behaving as though the Plague had come just seemed discordant.
But summer has come to the high country and I plan to lose myself on the mountain roads while enjoying the weather and the season while riding the She Devil.