Note to the Residents of Los Gatos
Dear resident,
Every time I stop off in your beautiful town for a cup of coffee I take the time to make sure my beloved bike is set in a safe place where it will not be knocked down, scratched, spilled-on or basically touched. I understand I am not a Los Gatos resident, though the border is right across the street from my house, and a $6,000 bike doesn't mean much to you, but I truely care. So please take the time to notice you are standing an inch away from my bike as you drink your latte and talk nonsense to a fellow resident with the intention to somehow impress them. Well, it doesn't impress me, but then I am not a Los Gatos resident to understand. Anyway, please back a little away so I don't have to be on edge waiting for you to say goodbye and proceed to run into my bike and watch it fall down. Then with an indifferent look on your face say sorry. That is sorry that my bike somehow fell but in no way sorry that it somehow was caused by you.
Thanks.
