Stupid questions people ask you when stopped

Couldn't help but wonder if someone would take me for a dude...going to a salon.

Nope - jus me....lil' ole fancyindigo poppin in for a quick wash/cut/rinse/dry/style

Ok, I was wearing my Alpinestars compression suit (for women aka... the chest pros have booby bumps), RevIT pants, Sidi Charger boots and a Carbon Helmet street helmet. The pic below is the same except I was wearing my ONE DS helmet.




Regardless - the poor receptionist really was thrown quite a fright. I will try to remember to walk into buildings with my helmet fully off next time!

You go to a hair salon and you use words like "posh." You're NOT a rough-and-tumble ADV sort. (Unless you're a chick. In that case, rock on, sista!)

Edit: Lol. I should have read the whole thing. The mental image of a dude mincing into a hair salon in riding gear was so disturbing that I had to comment immediately.

Ahhh...yet another reason why I love this thread! Sometimes the actual story is only half the fun - people's reactions are where the real juice is! Cheers!

I was thinking something more like this:

But yes, mx armor works.

I tend to ride wherever possible, as well. Went to a meeting at a nice hotel up by Vail yesterday (and cut across Shrine Pass for just a little dirt)... anyways, pull up on the GS, in the gear and kind of dirty. The valet says "I can park that for you sir... I have a motorcycle license". I ask what he rides; "I don't, but I want to get one" or something like that. Looks at me for a moment... "or you can just park it right over there by the door." I'm not sure I would have let him park it but I did like that he seemed truly excited about the bike in the sea of expensive cars.

I pulled into a scenic overlook on my Honda ST1100. This fat guy on a Goldwing puls up beside me, then 4 pirates on a VTX and 3 Harleys. I remove my helmet and walk over to admire the view. On of the guys tells me they are old buddies and ask if I would take their picture with their camera. Now all of us are in our 50s or so. I say sure and take their camera. Mr Goldwing says, "When you get through taking our picture, I'm going to take a picture of my buddies kicking your ass." I looked straight at the group without smiling and said, "What are you gonna do if your buddies can't kick my ass?" They all looked like they had shit in their mouth. I snapped their picture and handed the camera back. I thought it was pretty funny.

Well do you atleast have a conceal carry license? Pretty cool though, Terminator. I had a similiar reaction at a convenience store. It was winter and was wearing a Balaclava under my helmet and forgot to take it off when I went to pay. Needless to say I always take it off now. He thought I was there to rob him!!!

That's an odd thing to say to someone who was courteous enough to take your group picture... He did understand you took that picture for his benefit?

Weren't you at least a little tempted to chuck the camera over the ledge?

Nope, wrong idea, for as amusing as it would be.

You keep the camera as a melee weapon.The flash grants a surprise attack.

:huh

Did he think he was being funny? I'm at a total loss as to why anyone would make a joke like that. Pandering to his Harley buds? Making fun of the fact that you ride an ST? I'm stupefied.

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Absolutely fabulous story! Thank you so much for sharing it! Those moments are ones we take with us forever...and I have an enormous soft spot in my heart for spunky elderly women - my great grandmother was just like that, and is one of my heroes!

OKkkkkk...too much video games for you...

I think I would have accidentally dropped his camera, asshat

Stewart

Actually when I made that post I'd just gotten done with a 2nd Ed D&D game.

I ride my bike everywhere I go, I don't own a car. Why bother? They're too damn expensive and I already have something that gets me around.

Anyway, I walked into a local resturaunt one day and this little kid (maybe 5ish) with a hot mom says, "Mommy look! It's the motorcycle man!" Hahaha! That was kinda cool. I laughed and waved to the kid and, for the record, proceded to get no play from mommy.

Aside from that, it's a little anoying when every kid in town is signaling me to do a wheelie, get myself killed, and arrested. It's hard enough to dodge tickets and trafic as it is. God forbid a good looking girl ever tell me to...

I got asked when I was in the USA, "Are you just learning english?" as they couldn't understand my accent. I just laughed and replied "Nah mate I'm Strailyan"

Excellent

I got one today, while not stupid, I had a stupid answer. A hot 19something year old girl in a bikini top and booty shorts asked "can I have a ride?"
Now, I didn't think that faded, beat up looking, dried mud covered, farkled up KLR's were what the girls though were sexy these days, so it must have been my thirtysomething, balding, slightly pudgy physique that got her exited. Come to think of it, with the AFX helmet, EVS ballistic jersey, and muddy MX boots, maybe I looked like a super hero. Plus she couldn't see the thinning hair under the helmet! Another reason for AGATT.

Anyway, even though every bit of testosterone left in my body wanted to say "you can have any kind of ride you like!", I just said "I don't think my wife would like that"