biker_reject
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My wife is amazed at how I'll start up conversations with total strangers.
So I'm at Gander Mountain waiting to pay for some fishin' lures when I notice a dude in front of me in a textile BMW jacket and a plain white Arai lid. There's a delay at the register and the guy takes off the jacket (getting hot, I recon) and lays it on a display with the Beemer logo facing up. I say "Does that get pretty good air flow?" "Yeah, if you're going 100mph" he half mumbles over his shoulder (note he doesn't look at me). I add, "I have a Cortech. It's all mesh, but it has really good padding. I haven't had to test ballistic nylon yet!" I was hoping for a laugh, but got no response from Mr. Cool as Shit. "What do you ride?" I ask. Cool dude pokes his beak in the direction of the jacket and barely mumbles "BMW". No model designation, just "BMW". I notice he still has not looked at me. I proceed to try and make a connection with a fellow motorcyclist. "I just sold my Buell, an interesting bike..." Nothing... It's his turn to pay for his merchandise. He makes small talk with the cashier, pays for his shit and walks off. What a fucking ray of sunshine that dude was!
So I'm at Gander Mountain waiting to pay for some fishin' lures when I notice a dude in front of me in a textile BMW jacket and a plain white Arai lid. There's a delay at the register and the guy takes off the jacket (getting hot, I recon) and lays it on a display with the Beemer logo facing up. I say "Does that get pretty good air flow?" "Yeah, if you're going 100mph" he half mumbles over his shoulder (note he doesn't look at me). I add, "I have a Cortech. It's all mesh, but it has really good padding. I haven't had to test ballistic nylon yet!" I was hoping for a laugh, but got no response from Mr. Cool as Shit. "What do you ride?" I ask. Cool dude pokes his beak in the direction of the jacket and barely mumbles "BMW". No model designation, just "BMW". I notice he still has not looked at me. I proceed to try and make a connection with a fellow motorcyclist. "I just sold my Buell, an interesting bike..." Nothing... It's his turn to pay for his merchandise. He makes small talk with the cashier, pays for his shit and walks off. What a fucking ray of sunshine that dude was!