road trip

My planned bird-watching expedition with some fellow eccentrics fell through this weekend, so I thought WTF and headed south anyway after loading my CD player with the appropriate soundtrack.

There was an unexpected detour on the way back. I was admiring a vintage Triumph motorcycle that was parked at a gas station, when the owner showed up. Late 30s, rather tall, rather nice-looking. He told me all about the Triumph - turns out he'd brought it back from the UK. We had a longish chat about life as a septic in the UK. He ended up taking me for a 20-minute bike ride near Lake Whitney.

Although I generally don't like riding as a passenger, as you can't really see what's ahead of you, I ended up enjoying myself immensely. After getting over my initial terror, of course; I hadn't been on a bike for years and he didn't have a spare helmet, and although he gallantly offered me his own helmet, it was too big. (I should point out that I don't think cyclists are that much safer with helmets. Basically you're choosing between a skull fracture and a broken neck.)

I'm not sure how my attempt to play hard to get will work. I wouldn't give him my own number, but accepted his business card. Haven't contacted him yet. Should I?