Weekly Harley Rant

[madmike2]

Nonsense, Mike. That is why one carries paper shopping bags around. Bust just lifted that pic, without attribution, from Webster's illustration accompanying the definition of "double bagger".

Aha!!! A new definition of "bagger"... Uhm...that was a noun rather than a verb, correct?

 

[PoundingAssphalt]

I was out on Sunday and came up on 10 HDs on a fun part RT60 in OHIO. Picked them off in twos as they were a bit spread out in the corners. The last one pulled onto the center line as I came by...you just don't know what is going through there head.

They drive their cages the same way. It's their road, how dare you use it differently.

It's not about any motorcycle BRAND....it's about people acting like.....well....people: Unthinking, selfish, uncaring, etc. :blink:

It has taken me some years to finally understand that, when we catch and pass any style of vehicle (cruiser, tourer, tourist in a cage, et al). we are violating their experience of the moment. Sometimes we are offending their self-perception (In the case of some cruiser riders, their egocentric view of themselves as "bad-ass").

I know this because I used to bristle when sport bikes would catch me at a high rate of speed. One day I questioned my own perception of "them" and realized that wasn't my job. Now I simply watch my "6", when being overtaken by another I simply flag them around. I can only hope that I'm "paying it forward". Sometimes the magic works, other times I have to work on my own patience (a full time job, I might add).

NOTE: See my second signature line, substitute "ride like" for "argue with".

Just pass them and enjoy YOUR ride. If you can't pass them, pull over for a iced tea/cola/water/coffee and then catch them,,,repeat as necessary.....and smile!

Very Good Advice. I try to ride this way. Am not always successful. But I keep trying

 

[TheZsdad]

I've found in order to live a happier less stressful life, all one needs to do is lower your expectations of others.

My wife hates it when I say that and I am sure others will also. When I can safely pass I pass. When

I can safely let someone faster by I will. Now I just need to apply this attitude toward the Ahole that thinks it's OK

to park his/her SUV in the fire lane at the super market cause they only are going to be there a few minutes. Grrrrr :angry:

 

[FJR Jimbo]

Patience with the primitives, my bretheren just a small amount of patience. Toy with them, let them hope for a while & then blow them away...... (when safe to do so)

 

[CAJW]

I've not read every post on this thread recently, but don't believe anyone has addressed the group mentality on parking. Yesterday afternoon, the Mrs. and I took this

up to Priest Station Cafe for a burger. It's a nice little place on Hwy 120 a few clicks west of Groveland about a 35 minute drive from the house. Great burgers and home made potato chips, but I digress. When we got there, had the place to ourselves so we took a table on the patio deck overlooking the intersection of 120/ Old Priest Grade and Priest-Coulterville road enjoying watching the tourists try to decide which way to go. We'd just ordered when a band of swashbucklers showed up (12 strong) revving up their bikes while trying to push them uphill in reverse (more great entertainment) to park. We watched with great interest, one dufus parking his full dresser not 2 feet, up hill from our beloved hotrod. The Mrs. hit my shock collar more than a few times as it was all I could do to not get up and explain the laws of physics to this guy. I'm sure he never even gave it a thought that his bike might just slip off the side stand or that the assphalt might be soft and his bike would tip over landing directly on my running board and passenger door, fender etc... The slope in that area of the parking lot is about 3%, more than enough for the bike to roll forward if not parked in gear and nudged forward to prevent any slack that would allow the side stand to fold up. After my BP returned to triple digits, the clan sat down next to us, discussing the events of the day, throwing the "F" word like they were carpet bombing some hostile territory. I'm no prude, but there is a lower level of decorum that a few of these guys never will attain. The poor proprietor was scrambling to get everyone served and had to basically leave us alone while he attended to their needs. I went inside, paid my bill, gave the owner a decent tip and said we'd be back, but hoped they wouldn't. Ok, rant over, no body died, but jeez, guess next time we'll get our meal to go!

 

[FJR Bill]

CAJW...Nice rant I liked it, beautiful hotrod too. I know what you are talking about. I've had 3 bikes fall toward mine parked on a sidestand downslope (one ripped off my sidebag). It happens. I also liked your reference about the arrival of the "gang" which typically is accompanied by severe/unnecessary throttle bursts to announce to all that the bad ass guys have arrived, get out of the way. What a laugh but irritating.

Bill

 

[SouthernCruizer]

CAJW...Nice rant I liked it, beautiful hotrod too. I know what you are talking about. I've had 3 bikes fall toward mine parked on a sidestand downslope (one ripped off my sidebag). It happens. I also liked your reference about the arrival of the "gang" which typically is accompanied by severe/unnecessary throttle bursts to announce to all that the bad ass guys have arrived, get out of the way. What a laugh but irritating.

Bill

Harley's dont have throttles, they have volume controls. The more you twist, the more sound they make, with very little additional foward movement. <_<

 

[phroenips]

Harley's dont have throttles, they have volume controls. The more you twist, the more sound they make, with very little additional foward movement. <_<

Harleys: Effectively turning gasoline into noise without the annoying side effect of horsepower

 

[beemerdons]

Well, since it is indeed dog pile Friday:

On the farm lived a chicken and a horse, both of

whom loved to play together.

One day the two were playing, when the horse fell

into a bog and began to sink.

Scared for his

life, the horse whinnied for the chicken to go get the farmer for help!

Off the chicken ran, back to the farm.. Arriving

at the farm, he searched and searched for the farmer, but to no

avail, for he had gone to town with the only

tractor.

Running around, the chicken spied the farmer's new

Harley.

Finding the keys in the ignition, the

chicken sped off with a length of rope hoping he still had time to

save his friend's life.

Back at the bog, the horse was surprised, but

happy, to see the chicken arrive on the shiny Harley, and he managed

to get a hold of the loop of rope the chicken tossed to

him.

After tying the other end to the rear bumper of the

farmer's bike, the chicken then drove slowly forward and, with the

aid of the powerful bike, rescued the horse!

Happy

and proud, the chicken rode the Harley back to the farmhouse, and

the farmer was none the wiser when he returned.

The

friendship between the two animals was cemented: Best Buddies, Best

Pals.

A few weeks later, the chicken fell in to

a mud pit, and soon, he too, began to sink and cried out to the

horse to save his life!

The horse thought a

moment, walked over, and straddled the large puddle.

Looking underneath, he told the chicken to grab his

hangy-down thingy and he would then lift him out of the pit.

The chicken got a good grip, and the horse pulled him up

and out, saving his life.

The moral of the story?

(yep, you

betcha, there is a moral!)

' When You're Hung Like A Horse, You Don't Need A

Harley To Pick Up Chicks!

 

[FJR Bill]

This thread is deteriorating nicely...keep it up!

Bill

 

[FJRay]

Well, since it is indeed dog pile Friday:

On  the farm lived a chicken and a horse, both of

whom loved to play  together.

One  day the two were playing, when the horse fell

into a bog and began to sink.   

Scared for  his

life, the horse whinnied for the chicken to  go get the farmer for help!

Off  the chicken ran, back to the farm.. Arriving

at  the farm, he searched and searched for the  farmer, but to no

avail, for he had gone to town  with the only

tractor.

Running  around, the chicken spied the farmer's new

Harley. 

Finding the  keys in the ignition, the

chicken sped off with  a length of rope hoping he still had time to

save his friend's life.

Back  at the bog, the horse was surprised, but

happy,  to see the chicken arrive on the shiny Harley,  and he managed

to get a hold of the loop of rope  the chicken tossed to

him.

After tying  the other end to the rear bumper of the

farmer's  bike, the chicken then drove slowly forward and,  with the

aid of the powerful bike, rescued the  horse! 

Happy

and  proud, the chicken rode the Harley back to the  farmhouse, and

the farmer was none the wiser  when he returned. 

The

friendship between the two animals was cemented:  Best Buddies, Best

Pals. 

A few weeks  later, the chicken fell in to

a mud pit, and  soon, he too, began to sink and cried out to the

horse to save his life! 

The horse  thought a

moment, walked over, and straddled the  large puddle.

Looking  underneath, he told the chicken to grab his

hangy-down thingy and he would then lift him out  of the pit.

The chicken  got a good grip, and the horse pulled him up

and  out, saving his life.

The  moral of the story?

(yep, you

betcha, there is a moral!)

'  When You're Hung Like A Horse, You Don't Need A

Harley To Pick Up  Chicks!

So you are trying to make us believe that is why you sold your Harley

 

[beemerdons]

Well, since it is indeed dog pile Friday:

On  the farm lived a chicken and a horse, both of

whom loved to play  together.

One  day the two were playing, when the horse fell

into a bog and began to sink.   

Scared for  his

life, the horse whinnied for the chicken to  go get the farmer for help!

Off  the chicken ran, back to the farm.. Arriving

at  the farm, he searched and searched for the  farmer, but to no

avail, for he had gone to town  with the only

tractor.

Running  around, the chicken spied the farmer's new

Harley. 

Finding the  keys in the ignition, the

chicken sped off with  a length of rope hoping he still had time to

save his friend's life.

Back  at the bog, the horse was surprised, but

happy,  to see the chicken arrive on the shiny Harley,  and he managed

to get a hold of the loop of rope  the chicken tossed to

him.

After tying  the other end to the rear bumper of the

farmer's  bike, the chicken then drove slowly forward and,  with the

aid of the powerful bike, rescued the  horse! 

Happy

and  proud, the chicken rode the Harley back to the  farmhouse, and

the farmer was none the wiser  when he returned. 

The

friendship between the two animals was cemented:  Best Buddies, Best

Pals. 

A few weeks  later, the chicken fell in to

a mud pit, and  soon, he too, began to sink and cried out to the

horse to save his life! 

The horse  thought a

moment, walked over, and straddled the  large puddle.

Looking  underneath, he told the chicken to grab his

hangy-down thingy and he would then lift him out  of the pit.

The chicken  got a good grip, and the horse pulled him up

and  out, saving his life.

The  moral of the story?

(yep, you

betcha, there is a moral!)

'  When You're Hung Like A Horse, You Don't Need A

Harley To Pick Up  Chicks!

So you are trying to make us believe that is why you sold your Harley

That was it exactly Ray, since I possess my "Irish Warclub", I realized I did not need the Harley!

 

[FJRay]

Well, since it is indeed dog pile Friday:

On  the farm lived a chicken and a horse, both of

whom loved to play  together.

One  day the two were playing, when the horse fell

into a bog and began to sink.   

Scared for  his

life, the horse whinnied for the chicken to  go get the farmer for help!

Off  the chicken ran, back to the farm.. Arriving

at  the farm, he searched and searched for the  farmer, but to no

avail, for he had gone to town  with the only

tractor.

Running  around, the chicken spied the farmer's new

Harley. 

Finding the  keys in the ignition, the

chicken sped off with  a length of rope hoping he still had time to

save his friend's life.

Back  at the bog, the horse was surprised, but

happy,  to see the chicken arrive on the shiny Harley,  and he managed

to get a hold of the loop of rope  the chicken tossed to

him.

After tying  the other end to the rear bumper of the

farmer's  bike, the chicken then drove slowly forward and,  with the

aid of the powerful bike, rescued the  horse! 

Happy

and  proud, the chicken rode the Harley back to the  farmhouse, and

the farmer was none the wiser  when he returned. 

The

friendship between the two animals was cemented:  Best Buddies, Best

Pals. 

A few weeks  later, the chicken fell in to

a mud pit, and  soon, he too, began to sink and cried out to the

horse to save his life! 

The horse  thought a

moment, walked over, and straddled the  large puddle.

Looking  underneath, he told the chicken to grab his

hangy-down thingy and he would then lift him out  of the pit.

The chicken  got a good grip, and the horse pulled him up

and  out, saving his life.

The  moral of the story?

(yep, you

betcha, there is a moral!)

'  When You're Hung Like A Horse, You Don't Need A

Harley To Pick Up  Chicks!

So you are trying to make us believe that is why you sold your Harley

That was it exactly Ray, since I possess my "Irish Warclub", I realized I did not need the Harley!

Some of the people some of the time Don. A healthy imagination helps a lot when you don't have much to work with. That's what Dolly said.

 

[beemerdons]

Well, since it is indeed dog pile Friday:

On  the farm lived a chicken and a horse, both of

whom loved to play  together.

One  day the two were playing, when the horse fell

into a bog and began to sink.   

Scared for  his

life, the horse whinnied for the chicken to  go get the farmer for help!

Off  the chicken ran, back to the farm.. Arriving

at  the farm, he searched and searched for the  farmer, but to no

avail, for he had gone to town  with the only

tractor.

Running  around, the chicken spied the farmer's new

Harley. 

Finding the  keys in the ignition, the

chicken sped off with  a length of rope hoping he still had time to

save his friend's life.

Back  at the bog, the horse was surprised, but

happy,  to see the chicken arrive on the shiny Harley,  and he managed

to get a hold of the loop of rope  the chicken tossed to

him.

After tying  the other end to the rear bumper of the

farmer's  bike, the chicken then drove slowly forward and,  with the

aid of the powerful bike, rescued the  horse! 

Happy

and  proud, the chicken rode the Harley back to the  farmhouse, and

the farmer was none the wiser  when he returned. 

The

friendship between the two animals was cemented:  Best Buddies, Best

Pals. 

A few weeks  later, the chicken fell in to

a mud pit, and  soon, he too, began to sink and cried out to the

horse to save his life! 

The horse  thought a

moment, walked over, and straddled the  large puddle.

Looking  underneath, he told the chicken to grab his

hangy-down thingy and he would then lift him out  of the pit.

The chicken  got a good grip, and the horse pulled him up

and  out, saving his life.

The  moral of the story?

(yep, you

betcha, there is a moral!)

'  When You're Hung Like A Horse, You Don't Need A

Harley To Pick Up  Chicks!

So you are trying to make us believe that is why you sold your Harley

That was it exactly Ray, since I possess my "Irish Warclub", I realized I did not need the Harley!

Some of the people some of the time Don. A healthy imagination helps a lot when you don't have much to work with. That's what Dolly said.

Brother Ray, remember what Bustanut joker always says: SHEEP LIE!

 

[Old Michael]

... Yesterday afternoon, the Mrs. and I took this

up to Priest Station Cafe for a burger.

Beautiful machine, CAJW!

(Damn, that color is fiercely attractive.

)

 

[kolonial72]

I hate to dash a good Harley rant thread, but the last few HD noisemakers that were driving too slowly in front of me moved out of the way when I came up. Happened on three separate occasions recently. It's rare, but it can happen.

Now back to our regularly scheduled HD-bashing.

 

[beemerdons]

Beautiful machine, CAJW!

(Damn, that color is fiercely attractive.

)

Hey Old Michael, I'm sitting outside of your apartment revving the engine on my K16GT "Gisele". Are we ever going riding this morning? Bokerfork got tired of waiting and he already rolled out!

Come on, we are wasting daylight here!

 

[Old Michael]

Beautiful machine, CAJW!

(Damn, that color is fiercely attractive.

)

Hey Old Michael, I'm sitting outside of your apartment revving the engine on my K16GT "Gisele".

That noise was your BMW?!!

Thought it was the neighbor lady's PT Cruiser.

 

[beemerdons]

Beautiful machine, CAJW!

(Damn, that color is fiercely attractive.

)

Hey Old Michael, I'm sitting outside of your apartment revving the engine on my K16GT "Gisele".

That noise was your BMW?!!

Thought it was the neighbor lady's PT Cruiser.

Dios Mio mi Compadre, Belinda's PT Cruiser sounds so totally wicked! Is she running Staintunes or Remus?

 

[airboss]

Took a little ride on the Ducati, and started to pass a couple of Harley riders on a 4 lane. As I went by the lead rider he twisted hard on the volume control to turn the sound up,so I left.