Lauren_TK
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So there I was, standing outside the stop and rob next to my bike, eating a burrito, when the flame-painted Harley pulls in.
I nod at him as he gets off his bike, and he nods back. After he gets hisbeanie helmet off, he saunters over and asks, "BMW?"
Unlike some people, I have left every single bit of Yamaha/FJR badges and identification on the bike. My mouth was full, so I had time to decide how much of an *** I wanted to be. I decided that since my physical therapist would be upset if I got into a fight, I replied with all the perk in my voice I could muster, "Yamaha, baby!"
He nodded, and said, "Yamaha always knows how to make a good looking bike. I had a Yamaha cruiser, but then I sold and got the Harley."
He then went into a long monologue of all the issues he's had with his bike from the electrical system to the illegal, ear-splitting exhaust. Apparently, the previous owner wasn't very good at farkling.
Then he asked what kind of exhausts I installed. This question took me aback, as I still have the stock exhausts (probably always will), and why would asking about the exhausts be the first technical question you ask about a bike?
I said they were stock, and then went on to list all the other stock features. He was most amazed the by adjustable windscreen. When I mentioned that it is a great canyon carver, and I am comfortable all day, he replied, "I can't ride for more than a couple hours."
The conversation ended with him saying, "I gotta get me one of those after I pay off the Harley."
I nodded and smiled thinking, "You'll never get one of these. You'll probably buy another broken, used Harley."
The lesson I learned was: life is too short to ride bad bikes. (I am not saying Harleys are bad, I'm just saying his was.)
I nod at him as he gets off his bike, and he nods back. After he gets his
Unlike some people, I have left every single bit of Yamaha/FJR badges and identification on the bike. My mouth was full, so I had time to decide how much of an *** I wanted to be. I decided that since my physical therapist would be upset if I got into a fight, I replied with all the perk in my voice I could muster, "Yamaha, baby!"
He nodded, and said, "Yamaha always knows how to make a good looking bike. I had a Yamaha cruiser, but then I sold and got the Harley."
He then went into a long monologue of all the issues he's had with his bike from the electrical system to the illegal, ear-splitting exhaust. Apparently, the previous owner wasn't very good at farkling.
Then he asked what kind of exhausts I installed. This question took me aback, as I still have the stock exhausts (probably always will), and why would asking about the exhausts be the first technical question you ask about a bike?
I said they were stock, and then went on to list all the other stock features. He was most amazed the by adjustable windscreen. When I mentioned that it is a great canyon carver, and I am comfortable all day, he replied, "I can't ride for more than a couple hours."
The conversation ended with him saying, "I gotta get me one of those after I pay off the Harley."
I nodded and smiled thinking, "You'll never get one of these. You'll probably buy another broken, used Harley."
The lesson I learned was: life is too short to ride bad bikes. (I am not saying Harleys are bad, I'm just saying his was.)