1986... First GSXR750 out the dealerships door, sitting in the parking lot, with my plate on it, and my helmet hanging on the mirror, my jacket draped over the solo cowl. Guy gets out of his car, walks up, brushes my jacket off, sets my helmet on the ground, jumps on the bike, kicks the stand up and starts tipping it side to side ... I am standing in the doorway talking to the salesman (friend) with my back to the bike. The salesman pushes past me, and sprints to my bike. The guy sees him coming and mutters "yeah, this is what I want..." as the salesman grabs the bike with one hand and shoves him off my bike with the other. By now, me and my 2 riding buddies are right there, and the salesperson is giving this guy the riot act about not touching other peoples bikes. The guy's girlfriend is screaming that he "had no right to touch her boyfriend" and the guy is yelling "it's only a bike"... At which time my crazy buddy, says "is this your car?", unzips and starts pissing in the side window . Everyone stands there stunned ... He finishes up, zips up, and says "what? It's only a ******* car"... ... We saddle up and ride off... I'll bet that guy NEVER sat on another persons bike without permission.
I've asked for an *****'s girlfriend's phone number (of course after he was off of my bike)---- told him I was thinking of getting a new girlfriend and wanted to try her out. He didn't like it and came after me (luckily I have friend's that do stuff like that.)
I borrowed these from Cycleforums, thought they were great. JB
I've asked for an *****'s girlfriend's phone number (of course after he was off of my bike)---- told him I was thinking of getting a new girlfriend and wanted to try her out. He didn't like it and came after me (luckily I have friend's that do stuff like that.)
I borrowed these from Cycleforums, thought they were great. JB