Mr.E
Got to keep the loonies on the path...
Well as some of you know, I recently got my cb750 on the road and have been taking every opportunity to blow the bugs out of it running around my small, rather closed off to the world, slice of the south. Its been great fun so far, and the black & tan is running strong. But over the last week, I have encountered a couple people that either make me grin, or grimace.
Exhibit A: wasn't pushing it very hard, following a car for a little while on my way to a gas station, when a red sebring decides to tailgate me. Im used to this. I put my indicator on to turn left into the gas station, and I stop. Sebring stops also. I wait for oncoming traffic to clear (quite a line). Sebring starts blowing his horn, then cuts around me by swerving off the road and throwing gravel everywhere. Jackass... so I get into the gas station and another bike is about to pull out. I nod, the rider gives me the ugly eye and shakes his head, revs his barley and deafens everyone as he leaves.
Exhibit B: im filling up my bike and a shirtless guy carrying 3 cases of beer walks up and I can smell his previous beverage of choice pretty heavy. WOW!! He says. CAN I RIDE IT!? no you may not, you are drunk, and i don't let people ride my stuff. I replied. He said: that sure is cool, is it a harley?! No, its a honda, I said. (It says honda on the tank, duh) so he staggers off, gets in his truck, and drives off.
Other things have happened. Kids have waved at me, cops have turned completely around in heir seat to stare, a guy on a large barley looked away when I waived, and everyone I talk to that isn't hosile wants to know what it is. So it got me wondering what kind of other stories people have about cafe riding and the people they run across. People here just don't know what to think, or already have their opinion before they even know what it is and hell will freeze over before they open their minds to a bike that doesn't fit the mold. So how bout it? Any stories?
Exhibit A: wasn't pushing it very hard, following a car for a little while on my way to a gas station, when a red sebring decides to tailgate me. Im used to this. I put my indicator on to turn left into the gas station, and I stop. Sebring stops also. I wait for oncoming traffic to clear (quite a line). Sebring starts blowing his horn, then cuts around me by swerving off the road and throwing gravel everywhere. Jackass... so I get into the gas station and another bike is about to pull out. I nod, the rider gives me the ugly eye and shakes his head, revs his barley and deafens everyone as he leaves.
Exhibit B: im filling up my bike and a shirtless guy carrying 3 cases of beer walks up and I can smell his previous beverage of choice pretty heavy. WOW!! He says. CAN I RIDE IT!? no you may not, you are drunk, and i don't let people ride my stuff. I replied. He said: that sure is cool, is it a harley?! No, its a honda, I said. (It says honda on the tank, duh) so he staggers off, gets in his truck, and drives off.
Other things have happened. Kids have waved at me, cops have turned completely around in heir seat to stare, a guy on a large barley looked away when I waived, and everyone I talk to that isn't hosile wants to know what it is. So it got me wondering what kind of other stories people have about cafe riding and the people they run across. People here just don't know what to think, or already have their opinion before they even know what it is and hell will freeze over before they open their minds to a bike that doesn't fit the mold. So how bout it? Any stories?