Iwondered if I was hallucinating. The figure was female in allrespects, with a slim waist, emphasized by her shapely breasts.Her lovely oval face sat ...on a long neck. Her hands and arms wereslim and delicate. The only thing spoiling the feminine imagewas the hair incongruously on her chest, in her cleavage. My ownchest hair, I realized, and even that was falling off, making athick mat inside my shirt. I gawked at the image, and in horrorsaw it looking back at me, exactly mimicking my motions.I. "The bikes belonged to my children. They have both reached driving age. The bikes have just sat in the garage over a year without either being moved. The tires need to be inflated, otherwise they are good to go, I'm sure," she said.The bikes were cheap Wal-Mart bikes so I ended up paying her $20 each for them. When we left her house there were two bikes hanging on the bike rack and the Gunny's frame in the back seat."Learning to work on those bikes is going to be a long slow process," Eve. At first I thought he might have been a student slumbing it down with us lowlife mechanics, but his face was too serious. He knew something of the hardships of life. He went from table to table, talking quietly to my fellows, and my curiosity kept rising. At last, he came to ours."How goes it, guys?" he asked. "I hear the work's tough lately." Tough? These fellows don't know what tough is", said an older mechanic, sitting by me. "I could tell you stories..." Tough enough for me", I interrupted.. But it was difficult to get train reservation so I bought 2 bus tickets to Chennai and from there to Coimbatore. When i told my MIL of this she told in my ear that i should say to my wife and FIL that we are traveling in train and not by bus. I was confused but did just that. The heat started in the journey itself ….date 6-9-2010 time 8.30 PM high tech bus to Chennai. We boarded the bus i was sitting at window side and she was at aisle side.I was thinking all along why she made me tell this lie.