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Discussion in 'The Perfect Line and Other Riding Myths' started by cold_fire, Apr 13, 2009.
To be fair, most of the time people steer away from me...
I have no idea why! Maybe it's my bike that scares them away - an all black Triumph Speed Triple but with no plastics on. Or maybe they don't like the idea of approaching quite a big guy (6'2'', a lean 210lb) who's wearing beat-up old black leathers. Meh.
However, when folks DO summon the courage to talk to me (I am really quite agreeable!), I quite like it, so long as I'm not in a hurry to be someplace. Old-boys are usually cool, with mad stories of police-chases through country lanes in the 60's, on their then latest, greatest rocketship Bonne or 650 Commando...
As I'm in the sunny UK, there's not so many intolerant assholes asking dumb questions. Or at least that I've personally found. Plenty of people (50/50 split men and women I've found) on mobile phones though
I do get some attention when I go touring though - I guess riding an un-faired bike 1000's of miles including off-road gets you some kind of respect. I got put up for free in Albania by a bar / bike shop owner for talking to him for 20 minutes. He bought me beer all night, and we sped around visiting many bars (getting very drunk, riding far too quickly quickly and VERY dangerously) around his home city Durrës. Stuff like that makes a trip worth while, no? Memorable at least!
Haven't had much weird questions (unfortunately ?).
Once had a girl at work ask me if I was with my motorcycle. Answered no, I'm kinky and just like to walk around dressed in leather. Since then I try to answer polite when people want to start a conversation..
Most cold/rain questions I answer with 'I'm dressed well so no problem'
Lately had a neighbour come over when I just wanted to leave:
- is that a 600 you have ?
- no it's an 800
- oh.. I don't know much about motorcycles....
Last year around april/may had a guy on an HD shout to me while we were waiting at a red light 'finally good weather for a ride'. I just nodded my head. Didn't want to tell him I drive all year round..
Even when you ride year round, the first nice weather of late September/early October is welcome. There's that wonderful day in late September when you're riding south down a street in the middle of the day and it suddenly dawns on you that with the Spring sun on your back, you're actually uncomfortably warm inside all the gear.
You've apparently never been to Central Texas during early (or late) winter...it can go from the low 30's to the 70's...and BACK in the space of a day. So it is very possible for cold to sneak up on ya.
On the flipside, no matter how good the question if the guy's being a smarmy douchebag.
Hmmm. Your experience doesn't bear out in my opinion. In 21 years of driving (12 hours a day) for a living, I've been pulled over & ticketed ONE TIME.
Maybe it's just you? Were you wearing your "I hate cops" t-shirt that day?
Or maybe you're just looking to hate on a segment of people? Bigotry is ugly no matter who the target is.
I thought the previous comment pointed more toward "Why are these guys advertising Harley products for free?"
I got no problem advertising the motorcycle brand I ride...as soon as they start paying me to.
Life is the most fatal thing out there. We all die from it eventually.
Had my first experience with this in rush hour traffic a few nights ago...I hear a kid's voice & look over into the SUV beside me & see a little kid bouncin & wavin. So I look over & say "Hi there" & wave. For the next 2 miles (that's 10 minutes in traffic, dammit)...every time I'd pass them (or vise versa), I'd here "Hi there" in a little kid voice. The first time it happened I heard what sounded like mom laughin in the front seat.
On a similar note:
I wheelied my Bandit for the neighborhood kids once. The throttle stuck, I wound up taking out 4 poles and about 30 feet of my chainlink fence. I locked the rear wheel(didn't want to use the front brake and go over the bars lol), when the front end came down my backwheel hit the trailer hitch sticking out of my van in the driveway. Which spun me to the right pointing me towards the fence, and broke my back wheel. I then went through the fence. the look on the kids faces was priceless... I think they thought I died! I jumped up off the ground, pulled the 2 loaves of italian bread which I had stuffed into my jacket (the whole reason I had gone out) and anounced "It's OK, the bread isn't smushed!"
I fixed my throttle, and back wheel. But I don't do wheelies for the kids anymore, I can't even think about "what if one of the kids were in the wrong place at the wrong time?"
I still love doing wheelies though, just not around the neighborhood.
Sorry to laugh at your misfortune, but that shit's freaking HILARIOUS!!
I can guaranDAMNtee you that the kids in your neighbourhood are still talking about THAT stunt.
Hell, they'll be telling that story for the rest of their lives!!
You must be famous (more likely infamous) in your 'hood 'cause of that stunt.
(Glad you, and your baguettes, made it out alive.)
One time I was leaving school and I saw this girl (realllllly fat black chick :eek1) I know from school, an acquaintance of an acquaintance, and she saw my helmet and asked if I rode a motorcycle. Being a smartass, I responded with, "No, I just ride on the short bus and didn't have a locker for my helmet." (got that response from this thread)
She then started talking about how she thinks motorcyclists are so sexy :huh and how she's always wanted to ride on one . All I could think of was her on the back of a HOG. Awkward
She then started talking about how she thinks motorcyclists are so sexy :huh and how she's always wanted to ride on one
The sentence above does not mean she wanted to ride on a motorcycle. Its you she wanted to ride. Lucky escape for you.
Great, ain't it?!
when i am on my bike 2up mu other half will wave at kids who at us.
It's OK, I laugh about it all the time, my kids won't ever let me forget about it, and it's been 6 years.
Her skin color is important to this story..... how?
Nobody cares. Shut up.