35th Steet

Though it was early September in Levy, the sky was cold and gray and a light sprinkle of grainy snow blew across the gravel alley behind Rock's house.
Two old running friends, a husband and wife in their mid-sixties, were staying with Rock in his tiny house on 35th Street. Rock stretched with them outside, about to go for a run when the husband asked him what type of running shoes he was wearing. "Oh, you know man, these are called, I can't remember, something like 928s or some number," Rock said. "Maybe 930s."
"I've never heard of them. They're Asics, right?"
"Wait, yes. That's it. They're DS Trainers."
Rock's friend laughed and said, "They've made those for years. Where did you come up with those numbers?"