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Discussion in 'The Perfect Line and Other Riding Myths' started by cold_fire, Apr 13, 2009.
Isn’t that Cute.
Recently rode my GS up to our local Ace Hardware, here in Gainesville. An older gentleman driving a late 90s Silverado parked SUPER close to me. But, no worries I thought, he elderly and surely is doing his best.
While I was getting ready to leave and donning my helmet, he proceeded to get between me and my bike and preach how dangerous bikes are, how his brother was killed on a bike in the 60s and how at a near intersection he saw an accident, all due to someone riding a bike. I patiently listened, only out of respect for someone older. Then he wouldn't get away from my bike...
So I asked if that was his Silverado. He said "YES" and told me the entire history about his ownership. I told him to be careful driving a truck, you could get killed. Then I went into detail how my father died in 2006 while driving his Silverado when an abruptly stopping garbage truck resulted in his head going thru the steering wheel (no airbags in the 90s.)
I got on my GS and said, "Have a nice day."
Put on your best straight face, tell him about the "turbo encabulator" recall on his truck, and how all the Silverado's at your workplace had it done [ after someone was killed when it failed ]. So worth seeing the old fella going into a dealership and demanding it be fixed....
Show him the video.
I got my raingear from Holiday Inn. It was freeking cold for June in West by God Virginia. The manager didn't understand why I wanted a full size trash bag and scissors at first.
My buddies and I just got back from a 21 day 8000 mile trip from TN to the PNW and we had a lot of conversations with people along the way asking about our travels. On four of the conversations seeing our TN tags, the question was asked did you ride your motorcycle's all the way from Tennessee??? my buddy Roger replied Well we sure didn't push them!!!
This is one of my favorite (and sometimes the funniest) comment received. People are amazed that someone would ride 50 miles, much less across the nation, as if motorcycles were some sort of torture rack powered by pain instead of internal combustion.
Ironically, I've seen the same out of a much shorter distance mountain biking. Hikers on trails will sometimes exclaim, "You rode that thing all the way from the trailhead?" "Uh, yeah, it was only 9 miles, and also you apparently walked that far...what's the big deal?"
My friend (with his Lexus-driving wife that hates all things motorcycling, mathematical, or logical) has expressed to one of her girlfriends that "it's more believable when you realize different vehicles have different sized miles, bicycle miles off-road are a lot shorter than our miles so there's more of them."
Did I mention she was a Lexus driver?
Is she also blonde?
Need pics to assess the credibility of the statement.
I'm guilty of this same thing. I was at my local shop and noticed two Victorys with Alaska tags. I asked the folks if they rode all the way down. They smiled and said Yes.
The difference is...I wasn't surprised that they rode all the way down, I was just curious if they did. Maybe they moved down here and trailered the bikes. It seemed worth asking.
Or they could have taken a ferry from AK to the lower 49
I live in Alaska and bought a bike in Washington and stored it with family in California. I'd get asked if I rode it from alaska. My Go to response was "I'm from Alaska, the bike lives here." The reactions were usually pretty good
Haha I get the same often with a Dubai license plate, last one was in rural Ireland a couple of months ago.
I forget the name of that bar. We had a weigh in there for an MMA event. It reminded some of the guys of the vampire bar in dusk till dawn.
Felt really genetically gifted when I went to the closest walmart.
While signing people up for demo rides in Lake George, NY, I asked a guy who handed me his Hawaii license if he had ridden all the way.
A few days ago in central PA at a gas stop. Guy parks next to me gets out of his car and says, Wow, you have alot going on on that bike"(motorcamping so yeah it is Clampett-esq). So I said "kitchen sink" while nodding in agreement. The guy got this blank look and said, "hunh?", So I gave him a hint...."everything but the....._____." And he is now really confused so I gave up and rode off.
Last weekend, I went to a small, nearby motorcycle event. I arrived at my hotel on Friday night. Saturday morning I awoke, donned all my gear and head to the hotel's dinning room for a quick breakfast, planning to head out right after eating. While waiting to be seated, a middle-aged lady, not wearing the attire of the restaurant staff, approached me and asked if I was the bus driver? I'm not sure how motorcycle riding gear can be misconstrued for bus driver attire. Is bus driving that hazardous now a days?
Somewhat puzzled, I asked her .....bus driver? She replied yes and with her left arm gestured out towards a section of the dining room, which was filled with young ladies from a college/university volleyball team, obviously on a road trip.
......Yes! I'm the bus driver!!!!
How does eating breakfast work with a helmet on?
Use a straw.
Order breakfast BLENDED