Two weeks ago two of my riding buddies and I took a road trip up from El Paso to Mesilla, NM. Now, the funny thing about this group is that all not only do all three of us ride different brands, but we don't even ride the same style. My friend Crab rides a primer black '97 ZX-6, Big Man has an '02 Shadow 750, and I've got the dirtiest Ebay special GS500 this side of the Mississippi. Crab and Big Man are married and their wives were following along with Big Man's two kids in the Support minivan.
There was a pretty cool car show in Mesilla (I'm a sucker for old British sports cars and Cobras, and they were on display. Including a vintage Jag that the owner had driven from Florida, God bless 'im!)
Anyway, the car show is over, Crab, Big Man and I are sitting on our bikes, Crab and I are smoking, waiting for the wives to finish shopping. A little background here; everyone was soooooooo nice! There was a strong H-D contingent, but all of them were friendly and whenever we talked, we traded motorcycling stories and talked about good places to ride. Good stuff.
Okay, everyone was so nice up until the car show ended and four guys on Harleys come riding down the little narrow street in front of us. Chaps, leather vests, leather do rags (it hadta' be 85 degrees!), shades, you know, the whole Central Casting outfit. Well they stop at the stop sign in front of us and kinda look over at us. Crab says: "What's up?" Big Man and I wave.
Well one of the Harley guys says: "nancy boy bikes."
I thought I'd misheard, so I kinda' ignore it, but Crab and Big Man are kinda' looking back and forth at each other and then to me like I know what's going on.
Crab is younger than Big Man or I, and I guess quicker too, 'cause he asks," Excuse me, what did you just say."
The guy smiles at us and says: "You heard me. You ride nancy boy bikes." And then, one of the other guys said something but the loud pipes drowned it out for me, but I guessed it wasn't a compliment because his friends all started laughing.
I was in weird space right there, because for one thing it was completely out of place in the context of the rest of the day. Second, was I really gonna get upset over what somebody thinks of my bike? Third, I'm 33 years old, a professional soldier, and I'd like to think, a good person.
On the other hand, a little voice in my head was saying: "Let's go stomp these suckas right now!"
Or it might have been Crab that said that.
So we get off the bikes and I'm thinking: "Man, this's retarded but I'm kinda committed so let's get this over with."
Right then, these four women come around the corner. Older women, but well preserved. They had been shopping it looked like. The one in the lead walks RIGHT up to the bad boy biker and hits the kill switch, I guess so he could hear her. Then she proceeds to wear him out verbally, for embarassing her and her friends like this. So the other ladies take their cue and pretty much duplicate what the first one had done, and that is causing me and my friends to laugh so hard we had tears in our eyes!
So after she snatches her husband's 'nads and tucks 'em in her purse, she comes over to us and APOLOGIZES! She tells us that her husband is a doctor and a really nice person, but when he and his doctor friends bought their bikes they started going out and acting childish, and now she and her friends have to go out with them to keep their husbands out of trouble. We thanked the nice lady, told her no harm no foul and wished her a nice ride back to Ruidoso.
You know how hard it is to ride a GS in hard crosswind while your laughing uncontrollably? :)
LoL good story but it needed some cliff notes for us lazy folk :mrgreen:
haha Thats great
You know every now and then i meet a lot of the local riders off and on at our local starbucks, and all of them could care less what the other rides. We even ride together, harleys kawasakis suzukis hondas, we don't hate anyone
well we do hate on vespas just cause its wack to ride my gs in a pack of vespas (pink and sky blue)
awesome :thumb:
actually harley guys are pretty nice around here...i actually had one today give me the 'slow down' wave and two curves later there was a LEO!
- alex
best story i have read in a while
thanks for sharing :thumb:
That is such a funny story. I wish I could have been there. :lol:
whats a LEO?
To Good :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:
Though the doctors must have been confident enough to heal there own broken bones if it came down to it.
Harley riders are a 50/50 bunch either good or wankers.
But I have learnt there is a more arrogant bunch out there bloody Ducati riders after my trip to tassie having come across the Ducati owners group on there 3 day tour what a bunch of arrogant c#%t$ would barley communicate with other riders regardless of bike half couldn't ride the bloody things and when there mates crashed (happened a few times) there more worried about the bike on the way home i meet one who was a nice bloke and he said he dropped out of the tour because they were a bunch of arrogant, well you know :x
would much rather ride with jap bikes then Euro trash :thumb: :cheers:
Quote from: averagewhats a LEO?
I imagine it means Law enforcement officer.
It's funny, but I never looked at any of my bikes as an image thing.
It's a means to an end. Basic transportation but ohhh so much fun.
That's funny stuff!! I love running into the assuming types!
A few years ago my buddy and I (back in the single days of 'screw work, let's take a week off and ride) decided to take a ride from our apartment in Virginia Beach to my aunt's house in Daytona. Short of a quick nap in a parking lot in South Carolina (where we were rudely awoken by fire ants chewing on our eyelids) we rode straight through - me on my '93 GS500 with drag bars and Mike on a '91 GSF400 Bandit - matching drag bars.
After 2 days at my aunt's house with my 3 little cousins, their 2 dogs, and my crazy aunt wearing us out, we decided to ride to upstate NY to visit some college buddies. We rode straight from Daytona to our apartment in Va. Beach - got 4 or 5 hours of shuteye and hopped back on the bikes and rode straight to NY.
We rolled into a Motel 6 in Utica, NY in the central part of the state and park the bikes next to 4 or 5 Harleys with these big ass cushy Laz-E Boy seats on them. We check in, unload our stuff (2 changes of clothes - both dirty and a bottle of shampoo), and get ready to hop back on the bikes to grab some dinner. We go out and the Harley guys are friendly, but condescendingly telling us about their big bad trip and how yesterday they were in New Hampshire or some crap like that and rode ALL THE WAY out to NY. We're like, "Whatever dude, yesterday we were in Daytona" They looked at our little machines with those doubting faces, we produced a fast food receipt from the day before in Florida, and suddenly they looked like we shaZam! in their Cheerios. Then I broke my key off in my seat lock and had to ride Buddha Loves You until we found a locksmith that would cut me a key from the pieces. Karma catching up to me I guess. :mrgreen:
ahhh hahah great story! :lol:
On a side note...Did anyone else start reading "Lukewarm Wilson's" post with an Aultralian accent when they realized he's from Australia? As soon as I saw the words wanker and bloke I immediately started reading it with an accent in my head. LoL
PS-Wilson..I love your bloody Australian accents! ~sexy~ :cheers:
haha. Good stories octane and supersoldier.
i do the same thing... whenever i know someone is from another country is start reading with an accent. :lol: Thought it was just me. Both good stories. Octane... i can't believe how long you rode! I was thinking about the florida trip myself. But no way up to New York right after.
ok I am assuming the LEO is a cop as stated before. But what exactly constitutes a SLOW DOWN wave?
At MSF they use a flapping of the arms, starting the motion at the top, about shoulder level, and flapping the arm down. If I saw that, I'd slow down just out of habbit!
Those stories are sweet.
You should have beat the stuffing out of those guys though.
PS-Wilson..I love your bloody Australian accents! ~sexy~ :cheers:[/quote]
Thanks Cobber :) we down here appreciate that sort of talk and a big Gidday to all the GS crew and we'll throw a shrimp on the barby for all the vistors to our sun burnt country and land of sweeping planes (oh god i'm reciting poetry) and year round riding.
PS have to confess I do like a good US accent as well :lol:
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Excellent story. And remember...the bike doesn't make the man....the man makes the bike. :P
The worst I've had was when I was riding my honda xl600r and it had stalled on the side of the road and I was trying to kick start it and a guy driving past yelled "Nice lawnmower!!! ".
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that's funny....octane's been to utica :lol: a town that's been mentioned in the simpsons on occasion and i grew up nearby there:)
-splatt
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Thanks Cobber :) we down here appreciate that sort of talk and a big Gidday to all the GS crew and we'll throw a shrimp on the barby for all the vistors to our sun burnt country and land of sweeping planes (oh god i'm reciting poetry) and year round riding.
PS have to confess I do like a good US accent as well :lol:
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That's embarrassing, Wilson. :P Except for Tasmania, can you honestly recall the last time you heard someone call another "Cobber"? :?
As for the docs looking after their own broken bones, I hope they were all Obstecologists or psychiatrists or something. :lol:
Love the year-round riding, though. And I'd rather live here than the Land of the Spree and the Home of the Knave. ;)
Oh, Oh. I feel a flame war coming on. :o
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Chaps, leather vests, leather do rags (it hadta' be 85 degrees!), shades, you know, the whole Central Casting outfit.
You ever noticed that the more manly a man tries to look, the more ghey it is. I don't mean offense to gays, who always look good, I'm really talking about the fringe SM leatherboys here. The best place to pick up a ghey guy is at the gym, benching over 250 lbs. Really, they make calendars full of guys in boots, tight jeans, cowboy hats but the epitome of the ghey calendar guy has to be the ones where all the guys are in chaps, leather vests, and a hankercief scarf. Add to that the spread eagle positioning of these guys on the cruisers and I would argue that there is nothing more ghey, that this is in fact "too ghey" for any ghey guys I know.
Ya' know, I never thought of it in quite those terms, but cxome to think of it, most of the poser Harley guys I've seen do favor that leather guy from the Village People. Hmmm. Coincidence?
"Bring out the Gimp."
"The Gimp's sleep."
"Well i guess you'll just have to go wake 'im up then."
The moral to this is that Zed rode a Harley.
Yea, those outlaw doctors are really tough because they had 40g for a hog. I wander if I buy a surgical mask and scrubs if that will make me a doctor? then I would have the 40g so that I too could have a hog and dress like a reject from an S&M club.
hmmmm, the posibilities
LOL Great story. Man wish I was there to see the wifey put him in his place...
Glad of the outcome, I still cant beleive that there are people who vibe other riders that way.
They are lucky that their wives came out...wonder what the other outcome would have been?
That's embarrassing, Wilson. :P Except for Tasmania, can you honestly recall the last time you heard someone call another "Cobber"? :?
Yeah I know :oops: all the good Oz words are disappearing from the language so I still try to use them when I can so as they will not be lost for ever I still like to say mate instead of mite (said with slight ethnic accent) which seems to be the way, love our Aussie Slang.
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QuoteYou ever noticed that the more manly a man tries to look, the more ghey it is. I don't mean offense to gays, who always look good, I'm really talking about the fringe SM leatherboys here. The best place to pick up a ghey guy is at the gym, benching over 250 lbs. Really, they make calendars full of guys in boots, tight jeans, cowboy hats but the epitome of the ghey calendar guy has to be the ones where all the guys are in chaps, leather vests, and a hankercief scarf. Add to that the spread eagle positioning of these guys on the cruisers and I would argue that there is nothing more ghey, that this is in fact "too ghey" for any ghey guys I know.
This is so true. There is some sort of ghey contingent that practically worships the full dresser harleys and accompanying full dress riders. Kenneth Anger's film "Scorpio Rising" is a perfect illustration. I have read that there is a ghey SM fascination with outlaw bikers as well and that they are viewed as "rough trade." I think that was in Hell's Angels by Hunter S Thompson.
Hey Wilson-What does Cobber mean? :dunno:
Is "GS500" Australian for "Motorcycle?"
Sorry....couldn't resist. :dunno:
Quote from: SuZuki10Hey Wilson-What does Cobber mean? :dunno:
Cobber is just like mate eg Hows it goin cobber or nice day cobber or get your hands off my GS500 cobber :lol:
couldn't tell you the history of the word but now I'm curious so I'll find out :thumb: :cheers:
Quote from: junoIs "GS500" Australian for "Motorcycle?"
Sorry....couldn't resist. :dunno:
You mean there are other types? :o
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You shoulda dropped em. one by one. then kicked their bikes over and driven off with their wives. :thumb:
Great story! Got one for you guys...
A buddy of mine (yuppie to the core) bought a Sportster, which he rode to a local bar on Bike Night. As he shut off his engine, a fat boy on a Fat Boy remarked, "My old lady rides a Sportster." My friend answered, "That's funny. My old lady has long hair, ti*s, and an ear ring." Everyone (including fat boy) was rolling.