The Prisoner by Rudi Nadler
After work a few nights ago, I dropped by Pima Street Bikes. I had called Phil to make sure he would be there—sometimes he has to leave early—I needed a few tubes…
It’s not often—or ever—that one meets a Jedi Master. But there he was; The Legend—Rudi Nadler… I could tell the moment I met him that this was a man on a much higher level spiritually, and intellectually than most mere members of the mob—like Yours for instance. So I stood humbly checking my manners and waiting as politely as I could while he and Phil, whom I call “The Professor” finished up their business—which was artwork Rudi was giving to Phil and Judy as a gift.
“Phil says you’re the Randonneur.”
Whoa—an audience with the Master. Stand yer arse up straight, Brucie!
“Paris-Brest-Paris… That’s this year? Ah! Yes this Summer. I shall be happy when I’m riding that one day!”
He smiled at me and I felt glad that he knew of us Randonneurs.
“My friend Stef bought a print from you he said…” What a stupid thing for me to say!
“Stef? I remember him—he got the Prisoner. Yes. Do you want one?”
“Umm… I need tubes… yeah—” Think of Napoleon Dynamite when he says to himself “Idiot!”
“Of course! Bye Phil! And Bruce--See you on the road!”
What a cool Dude. We shook hands and he was off on his single speed.