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Discussion in 'The Perfect Line and Other Riding Myths' started by cold_fire, Apr 13, 2009.
Too true, brother. Too true.
I don't get many questions when I stop. The one I remember most was while in S. Carolina about 12 years ago on a 1969 CL350. I lived in NW Arkansas at the time. Some guys on "custom" cruisers asked where I trailered to and just walked away slack-jawed when I asked in return, "What trailer?".
^^^the mental midgetry with that crowd does not allow that to compute.
Ha ha, that was my thinking as well. Thought to myself, “he’s not going fast enough..”
My standard response is, “I’m mostly water resistant .”
"Can't get any wetter than I was in the shower this morning."
Riding in the rain counts as a bath.
"I've been wet before."
I've never gotten water in my ears while riding a bike , but a few times in the shower
The bacon is the straw
I have, but not since I took up wearing a helmet.
... and I've dried out every time.
I bumped into a classmate from high school that I had not seen since we graduated at a gas station. I was riding one of my BMW's and wearing a Aerostich suit. He complemented me on the bike and asked a few questions about the suit. I told him the suit was made in Duluth MN and cost about $900.00. He asked me if I was planning to attend our class reunion coming up in about 6 weeks. I told him if I wasn't out of town on a bike trip I would try to make an appearance. He said. " If you don't show up I'll tell everybody I bumped into you wearing a expensive suit standing next to a sharp looking BMW".
For someone who graduated where they did, you're doing quite well for yourself.
LOL...beat me to it. I was just thinking "he graduated at a gas station???"
Misplaced modifiers are fun!
I was stopped in a small village, just checking my GPS path, on my bike with helmet on and sun visor down. A lady approached me and started preaching "Don't drive too fast, you should sell this and buy a car, I don't understand why you have to drive this motorbike when you could be driving a comfortable car, please, be careful...". I looked at her, opening my visor, and told "Thanks, madam...". Then she realized I was not her son/husband or whatever, and said "Oh, you are not my Santi... So drive and crash as you wish"
"How he got in my pajamas I'll never know."
I was visiting with my brother in law the other night. He used to ride but gave it up a few years ago. His motorcycle knowledge was never much anyways but I had to explain to him what a sportbike is. He just wasn't getting it so in the interest of time I said: You know, a crotch rocket. Then the light bulb came on for him.