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Discussion in 'Epic Rides' started by AntiHero, Jul 13, 2012.
One of the best pictures!
Looks like it's being submissive tot he bike.
Wasn't me. I wish!
Absolutely, Rico--the coyotes reacted to the bike like it was an animal. Throughout the entire trip animals (sheep, cows, horses and now coyotes) responded. Never happened on my inline 4s, nor did it on my triple. Something about the sound of the twin has a different effect. Heartbeat? Growling? Purring? Not sure, but it reinforces that whole limbic resonance phenomenon. The coyotes were the first to look the Panigale in the eye, though, and bow down with deference.
I'm remembering those birds in South Dakota who were so attracted to the Duc they threw themselves under your wheels and into your left foot. Glad that the ride didn't end there. In to the end.....
Been following your report for awhile but havent posted up yet. these pics finally did it. this series of pics are great! too bad you couldn't have gotten him grabbing for it but self preservation always wins.
i just realized i have been following this thread for a quite a while. i went back to page one, it seems like yesterday that i read it but it has been months. your ride report began in july. this is january. time flies when you're having fun.
thanks for the effort you have put into the rr for our benefit.
Is the coyote growling at the bike?
Holy shit this is amazing!
Did they ignore you and just creep up to the bike??!1?!
I would have shit my pants if TWO came up, much less one. No where to hide or run.
sooo lovely animals and moment share with them, must be fantastic to live this, they' re so cute
question to you antihero: i'm wondering how you always find a gas station in a so big journey??
Thanks for the great ride report and the inspiration to say 'fuck it' and get the bike you really want.
I picked up my Panigale S yesterday. What a glorious machine!
RE: coyotes, we have a veritable plague of them on Cape Cod. When I say "plague" I mean that due to humans messing up the habitat, coyotes are overpopulated and too "tame" for their own good, becoming dependent on "unnatural" food sources.
At any rate, what I'm attempting to get at is that trying to feed a coyote is, as you note, a bad idea, but how bad can depend on the context. In DV, I imagine you stand a fair chance of leaving with your fingers intact and the majority of platelets still on the inside where they belong. On Cape Cod, not so much. My wife and I have had coyotes display some serious attitude while we are walking in the woods -- with our 80-lb. pit bull/Lab mix alongside.
Stay safe and be sure to count fingers before and after the next feeding [grin]. Remember, you can put them to much better use -- clutch & brake come to mind -- than the coyote.
Blader: Forgot about those damn birds, but you're right--they were fatally attracted to the Duc!
lucati: It's been a very long time....especially if you consider that it was actually April 19th when I first left LA on my Triumph!
dmun: if only I had it on video!
Hypergirl: no growling. They showed nothing but deference to the Pani. :)
Frosty_spl: initially they both circled me--neither on the same side, which was a little unnerving. Always seemed to have one in front and the other behind me. It felt like a choreographed dance. Then they ignored me and did the same to the bike.
Lolodesiles: I played it safe--when out in the middle of nowhere I'd stop and gas up even if I still had 2/3 of a tank left. And that saved my butt in a few instances--in some places there are no "next gas 130 miles" signs.
flumpmaster: Dude! Congratulations! PM me and let me know what your impressions are of the bike, I'd love to hear what you think about it. Very cool.
danham: I hear you. Their body language was anything but threatening, but wild animals are wild animals. Anything that survives in Death Valley, though, I think is deserving of a free meal every now and then. Have no idea how these little bastards survives without water the other 364 days of the year. Adaptation at its finest!
The pics of Wiley and the 1199 were simply the best ever!!! Great!
Great ride report, AntiHero. by the way, where could I get some more photos of that yellow street fighter you were riding when your duc was being service? I like to get a M900 monster and build it into something like that
Funny, I've followed this RR since the fall, loving all of it. I go back to the beginning today and find this, that I somehow missed the first time through. A perfect summary of 14 years spent with my first wife. Still shaking my head. A fantastic journey AH, with much learned by those of us along for the ride. Thank you.
Talk about two opposite ends of the spectrum! In all reality though, a pretty sweet tandom.... a do-it-all bike and a race bike for the street.
I bow to you!
I vote this as the next home page photo!
Just some great shots AH, love the whole series in DV.
Milk Crate Mafia meets Italian masterpiece.
On feeding animals that retain some of their "wild ".
Once in my teens some friends and I drove my '66 Fairlane GTA east to Red River Gorge and on the way picked up sandwich makings and beer. In the gorge we went up the private road to Raven Rock. The road had been built up to the top of a pinnacle for tourism purposes before WW2.There was a small park at the summit and a caged bear was the only attraction beyond the veiws.
We thought it would be nice to share a beer with the bear. I poured one on one of the bars and the bear wrapped his tounge around the bar , not letting one drop be lost.
We went on to have our picnic of bolonga and cheese sandwich's and beer. After we'd finished there was half a loaf of bread left. And a hungry bear.
So. I climbed up on top of the cage that was half sunk into the hill and began feeding the bread to the bear. He was very gental and delicately took each slice daintily betwwen his teeth , never moveing in a way to raise alarm.
On the last slice ,I tore the bread in two halves . He took the first half as he had the others , but ,.on the second half he lunged his head forward and clamped down on the middle and ring fingers of my right hand. I pulled back as hard as I could but he held firm to my fingers. I don't know how much time went by as I stared into his eyes. He finally decided to let me keep my fingers and relaxed his jaw a bit. My sore fingers slid out from between his canine teeth bruised and missiing some skin.
Barely coincidental that the following should pop up on Facebook this morning. This was posted by a neighbor here on Cape Cod:
"Just woke up to the most horrific and gruesome sounds coming from my hen house... Threw up my sheets, grabbed my hatchet and ran. Not knowing what to expect I approached with caution. Two dead chickens on the ground two more squawking in the coop. Got closer only to see a good sized coyote burst out of the doorway. Taken by my surprise and trapped he immediately turned on me. Bad move dude. You shoulda taken the first chicken and left when the get'n was good. Greed leads to nowhere good...Now I've got two dead chickens, two extremely disturbed chickens, one less coyote to worry about and a big bloody mess to clean up... Not exactly what I wanted for my Monday morning I'm just shocked that the coyote got over a 6' fence! Penny and Rudi, you will be missed! I thank you for your delicious eggs, amazing bug control in my gardens and all the wonderful energy you brought to the yard. Mr. Coyote, I'm sorry it ended like this. I'm sure you'll be missed by your family. May you all rest in peace. I think I need a long hot shower and a cup of tea.... I'm a wee bit too awake to go back to bed right now."