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  

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

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  

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~

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~ [/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:
 

Excellent story.  And remember...the bike doesn't make the man....the man makes the bike.  

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!!! ".

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