That was awkward. . .

Back in spring of 99, I had just purchased a new nekid red SV650, just like the famous one that ran into a tree, but mine never did

I went to hospital for some reason, I don't recall if I was visiting someone or maybe I had an outpatient appointment

when I came out of building back to parking lot, there was a Alzheimer's patient staring at my bike asking what kind of Ducati ?

Post of the day
I'm still laughing
Cheers

I ride my wife's DR 200 up to the store. Harely Pirate says, "That's a lady's bike."

"Why yes it is, it's my wife's bike. What fag did you borrow that one from?"

I don't think he understood my humor.


Another guy gives me all kind of nasty looks going down the road in his car with HD stickers all over it. I'd rather push a harely than ride a Jap bike. Loud pipes save lives. That kind of stickers. On his Kia.

I'll give you this, you are the cut and paste king...
But I understand.
My reply "It's an easy and desperate attempt to deflect from the topic at hand and to make oneself appear worldly."

Hey... :ddog I typed that! I actually looked it up in the book (on my kindle) and did a little paraphrasing.

I am reading the book to see how the subconscious "gift of fear" might help to improve my road craft while commuting through the abundant hunks of rolling steel I encounter on a daily basis.

The subconscious picks up on many things we don't realize and it should be listened to.

For instance: I was trying to figure out how my Spidy senses would kick in and tell me there was a car (or bicycle) coming down a side street when there were building in the way. After reading the book I realized that my subconscious was simply picking up reflections in the windows of businesses and parked cars that allowed me to effectively see around blind corners.

Now I consciously apply it on my daily rides.

You're like Bradley Cooper's character in Limitless, you should start speculating on the stock market.

I'm surprised he knew it was German...

Twice in the last few years, in friendly conversations with
Harley riders along the way, found out that they thought the
"B" in BMW stood for "British"

One even seemed to want to argue about it, like he didn't
believe me

Wonder how many others think that?

I have sometimes gotten the "Get a real bike" greeting from Harley fanboys. Ironically enough, they are usually not riding. Sometimes I will ask, "Where is your bike?" I usually get some lame excuse as to why they are not riding, but sometimes they will confess, "I don't have one."

I think often it is the 'build quality' that leads them to believe it may be British... (sarcasm)

Or the fact that Germany doesn't start with a B. 'Bayerische' isn't exactly a word heard every day...

Funny, I've never once heard of a redneck driving an F150 with a Honda or BMW sticker in the window saying, "Buy a F'n Honda!" or, "Buy a F'n BMW!"

Responses I have used to reply to the "Get a real bike" moron:


Sorry I can't ride that slow.


Dude, I have 12 real bikes.


Nah, I don't really like paved roads all that much.


I like going around corners. Without paddling.


They sound too gay.


I would, but Pirate costumes make my ass look too big.


And my all time favorite, "Fuck off!"

love it.

Sort of along the lines of 'your bike sucks!' "so do your shoes!"

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That is nuts. I only had one person ever give me shit on the punky buellster but I think he was just ribbing me.

Gonna check out that book.

Someone tries to knock over my bike, or actually does, probably going to be a fight whether I get my ass kicked or not.

Years ago, I catch up to some guys on Harleys and pass them, I'm on a CBR1000. A second later, one of them catches up goes a little past, and swerves at me. I guess trying to intimidate me. He's wearing a cutoff, but no colors, and appears too clean to be a real hard core guy. So I pull up on him, and start getting closer, if some shit goes down, I'm either grabbing his front brake, the dangling throttle cable, or stomping on the rear brake. I'm staring right at him, and he's starting to look kinda nervous. I'm riding with one hand and flip up my visor, and our handlebars are almost touching, and I lean over to look him in the eye, but he won't make eye contact. I reached over and brushed his arm and he jumped and let off. I wouldn't have been the only one to go down if some shit came down.

To this day, I have no idea what he was trying to do.

Using all these. Well, once I get 12 bikes I will.

one of the all time special shows
still dream of that fictional lifestyle
cheers

Should have hit his kill switch.