tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416632051965806588.post1734489348343510701..comments2024-01-17T10:10:08.961-08:00Comments on The Church of the Open Road Press: SHOPPING FOR A GUZZI IN AUSTIN, TXBumpahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05498776240120709232noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416632051965806588.post-29357828509401885812015-12-27T11:26:34.870-08:002015-12-27T11:26:34.870-08:00Oy, "technician" is right. It's a s...Oy, "technician" is right. It's a shrewd salesman that can shift from talking motorcycles to competently discussing something like quilting. His experience clearly has informed him that most riders land in a motorcycle showroom already sold--no persuasion required. What a strategy, then--how cunningly tactical, indeed--for him to have gotten educated in the likely interests of significant others: a smooth operator; possibly a dangerous man; probably a government agent...<br /><br />Come to think of it, quilts and Moto-Guzzis mightn't be that dissimilar: handmade with love (or seemingly handmade), and as you said about Guzzis, quirky, but charmingly so.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03868114028772520290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416632051965806588.post-8992804457454439182015-12-27T07:21:04.587-08:002015-12-27T07:21:04.587-08:00So the wife gets chatted up about quilts in the Gu...So the wife gets chatted up about quilts in the Guzzi shop and you are left reading at the quilt shop. And they say the motorcycle industry is sexist.......Trobairitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03453398807198746434noreply@blogger.com