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Duhhhhhhh
- Ok,
so I'm running up the highway and hit reserve. There's a 24-hour
mini-mart/gas station ahead. I pull in and a guy on a sportbike
follows me. I park at the nearest pump. He goes around me and
parks in one of the spaces by the mini-mart. He walks back. I'm
standing there in full leathers, keys in one hand, my helmet is
hanging from the bar. My back seat has a pack on it and I have
pulled the passenger pegs because I don't carry anyone else. I'm
filling my tank. He looks me up and down, leers, and says,
"Nice bike. You ride?"
All righty, then - Some friends and I decide to round up at one of the local pubs. We go in, drink, dance, and enjoy the evening. I head outside to grab my ciggies from my saddle bag. Draped across my bike is some bird in a mini dress. "Ooooh, is this YOUR boyfriend's bike?" she coos. "No, It's mine." She's off that bike so fast I thought it would bounce off the stand.
Rice
Burner -
I
ride a Nighthawk and my back-up singer/guitarist from my
former band rides a
Rebel. At this one gig, a diner and his lady had parked their Goldwing in the place we have appropriated as "bike
parking," so there are three Hondas lined up right in front
of the door. It's a gimmie. We gotta play the
Hondel's Little
Honda. This gal sitting at a side table is wearing Harleyesque
attire. She hollers, "So what kinda rice
do you put in that thing? What could I say? "Usually Hinode Calrose, but when I take her to the strip, I re-jet to burn
sake!"
Old, but not dead -
I'm walking back to the bike after checking my mail at the post office.
Some teenage girls are walking behind me giggling. I overhear one say,
"It's really sad when women that age try to dress like chicks." "Yeah,"
the other one replies. "Maybe she thinks she's a biker!" By then, I had
gotten to my ride, so I climbed on and left.
Ummmmmm - only for 15,000 miles so far -
When the Nighthawk's clutch plates wore out, we got me a 1400 Intruder.
The Intruder has a notoriously small gas tank. This one day when I pull
in to the gas station to fill it up, a young man is standing by the air
pump filling his tires. That seems like a good idea
to me, so I head
over to the pump, too. He waaaaaatchs me pull in. Finally, he says, "Do
you ride that thing all by yourself?" Ummmm, no? My husband has the
remote?
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