bicycle repair men. Now they were drinking
beer. I asked who was the course leader.
They did it together. I introduced myself:
Guy ... The smallest of the two, balding,
wearing Jean-Luc Godard type like glasses,
said Jules ... He wore jeans and a stained
army jacket. In one of the pockets he had a
huge adjustable wrench. The other ... Laurent ...
taller, sturdier, blond ... wearing soul pants
and an Air Force shirt, had his self rolled
cigarette hung in his mouth until it almost
burned his lips. Is it giving much trouble,
such a course?, I wanted to know. No, said
Laurent, after two or three weeks half of them
doesn't show up anymore and the rest is
doing their very best. Perhaps you wanna join
our course? asked Jules.
