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Discussion in 'The Perfect Line and Other Riding Myths' started by canoeguy, Aug 23, 2020.
Yeah, you guys say that the hard way.
My late ex-father-in-law had a habit of calling his Suzuki a Suzuski. What can I say... great guy though. I think it was more a term of endearment as opposed to any sort of "ignorance" or derision. He was a lot of fun. My in-laws were the worst loss over all in the break up. Wasn't my choice. I remember calling my ex-mother-in-law just before my first Thanksgiving to ask how she made the turkey wrapped in bacon (automatic basting) and she gave me the details. That was 30 years ago now and we still do the bacon wrapped turkey, a favorite of everyone whenever we have the dinner wherever we go.
I have been living in the Southern US for 28 years. I refuse to adopt the lazy pronunciation of 't's as if they were 'd's. So often when I ask for waTer in a restaurant, I have to ask several times. They then look at me strangely and repeat back "WarDer?"
I'm outta here. Going to warsh my bike now !
As long as there's taters who cares ?
You need termaters for the ketchup on your taters.
You need termaters for the ketchup on your taters and your steak.
Wake me up when it's over...
Precisely, I had said Ducati about thirty times, described the style, everything, bloody frustrating.
My Italian friends make fun of the way I say it.
"Ducati, Ducati, what is this Ducati.....its Du CAAAti you ignorant American"
Oh yeah, in the states most of the we just call them ducks.
Don't tell them how a lot of people pronounce Italian (EYE-talian), the French freak out enough because of the way we say France with a short a sound, like pants.
Cornucopia, I have a ‘regional dialect’.
Pan e err, a semi rigid basket for carrying shit*
* it doesn’t really sound like that when I pronounce it.
'Pan-ni-eh'. That's where I carry my bottle of Pair-ee-yer and jar of Ve-gem-i-tee when I'm riding to Yo-sem-might
How do you pronounce pannier?
It's pronounced "take the car".
Bread Box ?
Just add alcohol some cheese and of course some bread, then we are ready for camping.
Pan-wah... or milk crate if you're a KLR rider.
Paahhn-yaay, while holding a glass of port, pinkie extended.
I suggest you guys take this debate down to your local biker bar and see how that goes.