On Chuseok day, a day when just about everything is closed in Korea, I was walking through an extremely quiet Chuncheon with Hai-ryun and came across this Harley right outside a cell phone shop. I knelt down and started taking a few shots. When I turned around to back up a bit, I saw a guy in a leather jacket standing over me with a big grin on his face. Turned out he was the phone shop owner, was working for some reason (I wondered who he figured was going to buy a cell phone on Chuseok), saw me, and came out to say hi. I tried to explain to him in Korean that I was from Wisconsin, and Harleys (in case he didn't know) were also from Wisconsin, and so I felt a special connection to this bike; unfortunately, I don't know the words for "felt," "special," or "connection." Or "bike." If you translated my attempted Korean back into English, it went, "I come from Wisconsin...uhh...Harley-Davidson...Wisconsin...uh." This is fairly representative of most of my conversations in Korean, by the way.
In any case, Hai-ryun struck up a conversation with him; at the end, he gave Hai-ryun his card and asked her to call him with my blog URL so he could see the pictures I took. So if you're out there, handapone shop owner/Harley rider guy, this is for you.
Thursday, October 08, 2009 | Posted by Mark Z at 1:23 PM |