Traffic Cop makes a stop:

[Patriot]

A cop stops a Harley for traveling faster than the posted speed limit, so

he asks the biker his name.

'Fred,' he replies.

'Fred what?' the officer asks.

'Just Fred,' the man responds.

The officer is in a good mood and thinks he might just give the biker a

break and, write him out a warning instead of a ticket. The officer then

presses him for the last name.

The man tells him that he used to have a last name but lost it. The

officer thinks that he has a nut case on his hands but plays along with it.

'Tell me, Fred, how did you lose your last name?'

The biker replies, 'It's a long story, so stay with me.' I was born Fred

Dingaling. I know -- a funny last name. The kids used to tease me all

the time, so I stayed to myself, studied hard and got good grades. When

I got older, I realized that I wanted to be a doctor. I went through college,

medical school, internship, residency, and finally got my degree, so I was

Fred Dingaling, MD. After a while I got bored being a doctor, so I decided

to go back to school.. Dentistry was my dream! Got all the way through

school, got my degree, so then I was Fred Dingaling, MD, DDS. Got bored

doing dentistry, so I started fooling around with my assistant and she

gave me VD, so now I was Fred Dingaling, MD, DDS, with VD. Well, the

ADA found out about the VD, so they took away my DDS. Then I was Fred

Dingaling, MD, with VD. Then the AMA found out about the ADA taking away

my DDS because of the VD, so they took away my MD leaving me as Fred

Dingaling with VD. Then the VD took away my Dingaling, so now I am Just Fred.'

The officer walked away in tears, laughing.

 

[08FJR4ME]

Me liky, :lol2: :lol2: :lol2:

 

[SouthernCruizer]

I could tell that was going to be a great joke just from reading the 1st sentence ..."A cop stops a Harley for traveling faster than the posted speed limit...". The idea of a HD going faster than the speed limit is CRAZY funny :clapping:

 

[KevinLewis]

I could tell that was going to be a great joke just from reading the 1st sentence ..."A cop stops a Harley for traveling faster than the posted speed limit...". The idea of a HD going faster than the speed limit is CRAZY funny :clapping:

Yeah it seems funny

 

[mophead]

 

[Old Guy]

I ride with a Harley rider occasionally that routinely runs 90+ on crooked roads in Arkansas. The first time I rode on a ride he led I was absolutely amazed at the pace he kept on Push Mountain Road -- with his wife on back. Then I rode with him on Hwy 7, when he didn't have his wife on back, and he was faster. I was teasing him one day at lunch and told him my FJR will do 120 in third gear, and he said his would only do about 110, but "that's enough for these roads anyway."

Eight-five? I guarantee you he'd break that speed limit by 10 mph on cruise control.

 

[chazglenn3]

The newer Harleys are now pretty fast machines. Problem is they are too expensive.

 

[Gen2Jockey]

A few years ago, a friend (on a VFR800) and I were running middle 123 South from MT. Judea to Pelsor AR. We run up on a full dress Harley (FLXPQS whatever) in white, two up with a female passenger. We figured to roll on by but he takes off. After barely keeping up all the way to Pelsor, floor boards audibly dragging in every turn, he stops at the used to be sometimes and now always vacant General Store, and in a had to be rehearsed, seemingly single smooth motion, lowers the side stand, swings a leg over dismounting with a hand already extended and a giant grin on his face and says, "Gary Ketchum, AMA Flat Track Racer. Nice to meet you." What a fun experience. I think he's still running AFT. A skilled rider on any machine can re-frame your bias'.

 

[torch]

Reminds me of an article in one of the cycle mags c.1984. The author (who's name escapes me after all these years) attended a media track day by Yamaha at Laguna Seca to try out the new models. and hopefully write good things about them.

He was aboard the new FZ750 and after a few laps to figure out the best lines, he thought he had the hang of it and was pretty hot stuff.

Hanging off and dragging a knee, he suddenly heard music and discovered the also-new Venture Royale was passing him on the inside! It seems Eddie Lawson (a factory rider for Yamaha back in the day) was also on hand for the event and decided to take the big tourer out for a spin.

 

[torch]

That in turn reminds me of another, FJR related, story. (Am I turning into my grandfather?) In 2003 I hosted one of, if not the, first gatherings of Canadian FJR riders at my place, featuring a nice 3-4 hour jaunt through some of my favourite (read: twisty) local roads.

As we were all ranges of experience and all unknown to each other, it was decided that for one section we would spread out with the faster riders at the front for a bit of fun and those favouring the touring side to the rear. The faster riders would pause at the turn-off and wait until the group was reassembled before carrying on.

I was to lead and keep the pace sufficient to keep the rider in my rearview happy. The road (518) ridden east to west starts off with wide gentle curves and gets progressively tighter and tighter as one approaches Orrville, providing ample opportunities for riders to sort themselves according to comfort levels of performance.

When we got to the really interesting bits, I noticed one rider consistently passing those in front. Soon he was the one behind me and I kept increasing the pace until finally I was at the edge of my comfort zone -- dragging the pegs in every curve with a passenger on board -- but he was still right on my tail.

Finally I had to brake down and yield the right of way to a herd of deer in the middle of the road. He pulled up alongside, frantically waving to get my attention. He had been trying to chase me down to let me know he was low on fuel and needed to know if there was a gas station coming up soon. The deer herd moved off and the ride continued at a somewhat more sedate pace to the turn-off, where we waited for the others.

And received an earful. He was the only other rider with a passenger, and the break served them as an opportunity to vent. I'm not sure if we were really that far ahead of everyone else or if it was just the tongue lashing that made it seem to take forever, but we made sure not to stray quite so far afield for the rest of the ride. I've forgotten their names (my God, I have turned into my grandfather!) but I will never forget the dressing down.

It was fun while it lasted though.

(And yes, we made it to the gas station.)

 

[Prosolar]

Ya it definitely seems like its the rider more than anything and most people who choose Hardley ablesons are slower riders.

But one time while riding in the Blue Mountains in NE Oregon, 7 of us were riding in the pouring rain. We were still in my opinion keeping up the pace and cruising around 70 to 75. Also there was what looked like soap scum on the sides of the road, the road didn't feel slippery but it looked it.

Then out of nowhere this big guy on a cruiser (went by too fast to identify, even on the video) with a huge poncho flapping wildly in the wind flew by us so fast it was unbelievable. He hauled ass around the next corner and by the time we were around it he was gone. We couldn't believe it. We called it a Terminator sighting.

 

[Bounce]

Sounds like the time I was heading along I90 in Idaho when I picked up a local on a sportier-than-FJR bike. He stuck with me for about 60 miles and we traded lead a few times at a pretty good clip... when some woman in a Mommy Van passed us like we were standing still. Local knowledge trumped us again.