“My brother told me about stadium life.” Scotty finally replied. “You’ll want to park pretty far off and hire a bike to the stadium.” Despite the very useful information there was a coldness in Scotty’s voice that seemed to dampen Fidel’s great mood. Fidel noticed this and figured having never seen any of Scotty’s relatives visit him at their place, that there was a story that brought out the worst in him when anything to do with family was brought up.
“Really man, bikes? We’ll be sweating by the time we get to the stadium.” Despite Scotty’s gloom, Fidel couldn’t hold back the fact that he was unimpressed with the thought of riding a bike to the stadium and sweating his way to his seat. Fidel had a taste for fancy living and cycling to the stadium was not on his menu of fancy living.
“Trust me Fidel, you’ll wish you rode all the way from home after the night is done. Besides, you’ll probably find some girl to entertain you for the night…she won’t want to be stuck in traffic, not with you ranting on about the cosmos and what not.”