For whatever reason, the Subaru wagon is a common sight around Oakland and Berkeley. We contribute to this by having two of them. (Lisa's is useful for hauling around materials for work, and my recumbent trike fits perfectly in the back of mine). So it wasn't all that noteworthy yesterday when I headed out for a ride with my trike, pulled into a parking lot and found the only available space was a handicap spot right next to another handi-spot occupied by another Subaru wagon–– same model, same year.
As I drew closer, what really got my attention though was the recumbent trike in the back of this car. An interesting coincidence. But then the car door opens and a man with a walking stick just like mine gets out. I couldn't believe it. A moment later, as I'm parking the car I notice he has exactly the same bumpersticker in exactly the same place on his car.
At this point I was preparing myself to come face to face with my long lost twin. Or maybe my alternate universe self. You know: Good Robb vs. Evil Robb.
Turns out, even though we have similar tastes and physical abilities (we were both injured in the same month, in the same year!) it wasn't at all like gazing into a mirror––we were born a decade apart and on separate continents.
Just as well. I was in no mood to do battle with my evil self.