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Discussion in 'The Perfect Line and Other Riding Myths' started by cold_fire, Apr 13, 2009.
I don't really care what it's called as long as it keeps me from getting a ticket
Ah, you don't know what you bought and ride everyday.
I usually get the, "Little cold isn't it?" from those in the HD set. Which when there is snow on the ground and it is 20 degrees is a fair enough question. But does not mean I can't have a little fun......
I will generally point to my "bits" and say; "Didn't you hear them clang when I got off?"
And why is it that on 64 east or west that when it turns to 55 people actually speed up? Or the 295 to 64 east ramp that most treat it like they are exiting pit lane in an F1 car?
No, no, they are called "Bear Bait".
Do you get hot wearing all that stuff?
No. Actually it's designed so you get cooler as the temp goes up
Cop Catcher, and always keep them far enough ahead for it to work. At higher speeds that usually means keeping their tailights in sight but no closer.
New one for me:
Wearing my red stich suit a lady asked if I am with life flight.
"What's your bike's name?"
I see what you did there
Sometimes its good to be the one speeding in front. On the way home from D2D last year, came around a corner and surprised a State Trooper, but he did get radar lock on the guy behind me going to same speed.
A bunch of us from ADV meet for breakfast every Saturday morning. 2 weeks ago the waitress said, "What kind of bikes are those, those aren't normal bikes." Last week it was 22°F with fine snow falling, the same waitress asked if it was possible to ride in weather this cold. So I pulled out my phone and showed her pictures of me riding on ice roads in Alaska this past november at much colder temps.
This next story is very slightly embellished:
I got a new Wolfman Expedition Dry Duffel bag for my birthday in Feb. I decided to test it out the next day during a thunderstorm. I decided to swing by McDonalds to pick up supper before going home. After I ordered my food (to go with a drink) I was standing in the lobby with my rain gear dripping on the floor and a guy walks up to me sporting a white dress shirt, dark slacks, and a grey sweater vest with a Harley Davidson logo embroidered on it. He asked me if I was riding a bike in this weather and I said yes. He then explains that he is a Harley rider and he would never dream of riding in weather like this. He then says "You must be a real biker", looks out the window at my Honda XR650L and continues, "what is that a BMW?" I said no and that I was a starving artist and couldn't afford one it's a Honda. When he left I noticed the tag on his Mercedes said "POSER".
So, leaving the gas station this morning I dropped the clutch a *bit* early and killed the engine mid-turn in the parking lot. The bike just kinda slowly went down to the ground
Not one person asked me anything. No one asked if I needed help getting up, if the bike was ok, if I was ok, etc.
Fine, I was ok, the bike was fine, and I picked it right up (its about 500 pounds) but still. I was hoping for at least something from all the people watching. Oh well.
Oh, a trucker driving by did honk his horn in laughter
Iv'e had several people ask me the same ?, usually i'm in some small town at the end of a long day securing whatever good beer i can find, it's happened maybe 3 times....i wear a darien hi viz jacket...the comment/question is always something like..."where's the fire" i guess i look like a 1st responder....
Good thing you weren't pinned under the bike. If that, then they'd have robbed you of your wallet.
I refer to them as Deer Catchers!
I've had that happen, but I invite it.
I generally call them ... uhh... Jim Moore.
I found the very same in every small town I've ever stopped with my high-vis cold-weather jacket.
I'll tell ya, while for city use I still appreciate the jacket, the next time I go touring small-towns in Florida, or for an extended trip through states, I will be buying a grey jacket (maybe even the same make/model)... because I do find it a bit embarrassing when out on two-lane roads that have so little traffic crossing them that it wouldn't make much of a difference.
The only benefit I've found from it, out and away from suburbia, is that when I and an 8 or 10 year old showed up at the 7-11's men's room door at the same time, he let me go in first because he thought I was a fireman.
I've seen deer wait for the first car, only to smack the next car. :eek1