On the shake-down run Sunday, my SiL and I were out-and-about. We stopped for gas at one place and a guy came up and started chatting up SiL about his Triumph 600cc bike (did he like it, etc.). Once we got him going, SiL very non-commitally drew him out until we learned the following. Each item was drawn out after each previous comment. So without more discussion, each item would appear to be an isolated event to the people he usually tells these stories to.
1. He used to have an R6 but it was wrecked and he's not sure about getting another one.
(him: Do you like the performance of you Triumph?)
2. His best friend was kill when he wiped out on said R6 and it totalled the bike.
(him: Does your T have enough power on the top end?)
3. He goes WFO everywhere, wheelying along i35 in dallas in traffic.
(him: (In response to SiL talking about liking the handling): That's not something I worry about too much. The top end and power are what's important.)
4. The bike was pretty trashed out. It was already 2 years old, needed a new transmission and the motor was toasted because the only way to ride them is WFO.
My comment, as we left, was that maybe his next bike ought to come with a bucket and mop to clean the blood off the streets so it won't leave slick places for the rest of us. Strangely, we ran into about 3 or 4 of these non-riding "EXTREME!!!!" riders that day.
1. He used to have an R6 but it was wrecked and he's not sure about getting another one.
(him: Do you like the performance of you Triumph?)
2. His best friend was kill when he wiped out on said R6 and it totalled the bike.
(him: Does your T have enough power on the top end?)
3. He goes WFO everywhere, wheelying along i35 in dallas in traffic.
(him: (In response to SiL talking about liking the handling): That's not something I worry about too much. The top end and power are what's important.)
4. The bike was pretty trashed out. It was already 2 years old, needed a new transmission and the motor was toasted because the only way to ride them is WFO.
My comment, as we left, was that maybe his next bike ought to come with a bucket and mop to clean the blood off the streets so it won't leave slick places for the rest of us. Strangely, we ran into about 3 or 4 of these non-riding "EXTREME!!!!" riders that day.