I didn't think I would get out to ride today. My uncle passed away yesterday so everyone went to my parents house to help with the final arrangements. He was in his 60's and a disabled Vet... (He didn't have much of anything especially money.) I decided I would take the bike to church and go straight to my moms after.
Part I:
After listening to some family members complain about contributing money for the funeral I decided to go out for a ride.... I stopped at the local quickie mart for some gas and a Red Bull. While I was pumping gas I heard the familiar rumble of multiple Harleys pulling in to the store. As it turns out, I knew one of the guys. He invited me to ride with them for a while. One of the HD riders REALLY had a problem with me and/or my Buell. We were hanging around waiting for others to fuel up and he said:
Him: Who the hell are you?
Me: [extending my hand] I'm Adam, I used to work with Tim at the Dealership.
Him: [refusing to shake my hand] Who said you could ride with us?? We ride every Sunday and it's HD only....
Me: [being a smart ass of course] whew, I guess it's a good thing my bike has a HD engine then. BTW, Tim invited me to ride with you guys for a while
Him: It's not a Harley, if it were a Harley, it would be faster....
Me: What????
Him: That's my Night Train right there, it smokes Buells all day long...
Me: Wow, you must have put some money into your bike...
Him: Nope, just intake and exhaust...
Me: Whatever dude...
Him: I got the dyno printouts to prove it.... 95hp and 90lbft torque
Me: Ummm, those numbers are only a little higher than my bike put out from the factory... and my bike is 200+ pounds lighter
Him: Guess you wanna race then???
Me: Nope... your bike is toooooo fast for me [in a very sarcastic tone]
By this time, Tim (the only guy I knew in the group) comes out of the quickie mart with his smokes and caught the tail end of the conversation:
Tim: Oh no, not this "my bike is faster than your bike" bull**** again...dude if you wanna keep riding with us, you gotta knock this **** off. I invited Adam to ride with us, if you don't like it, you can ride with someone else....
To shorten the story up a bit... we went for a "spirited ride" through the mountains and the dude with all the "talk" wasn't able to keep up. (not that we were racing) In the beginning of the ride, he kept pulling along side me to "egg me on". As we approached the first set of tight turns he was directly to my right and preventing me from taking the line I wanted for the turn. I got on the throttle (maybe a little more than I needed to) because slowing down for these turns is no fun and that was the last time I saw him (not even in my mirrors) until we came out the other side of the mountains... (about an hour had gone by since I met up with them at the quickie mart) We pulled off into a diner parking lot to group back up... I was telling Tim I was gonna turn back when the ******* pulled up next to us and said "Erik Buell is a fag..." and rode off.
Part II:
As I was pulling out of the diner a chick on Ducati Monster (1100) was sitting at the light. I made the assumption that she was heading back the way we just came. (I was right) When the light turned green, she took off like a bat out of hell. I tried to keep up with her for a while but she was hitting speeds I wasn't willing to go on a public roadway... (pretty sure the 100lb woman on that Duc would've smoked me anyway)
All in all, it was an awesome break from the stress of funeral arrangements even though I had to put up with that ******* and got smoked by a chick....
Part I:
After listening to some family members complain about contributing money for the funeral I decided to go out for a ride.... I stopped at the local quickie mart for some gas and a Red Bull. While I was pumping gas I heard the familiar rumble of multiple Harleys pulling in to the store. As it turns out, I knew one of the guys. He invited me to ride with them for a while. One of the HD riders REALLY had a problem with me and/or my Buell. We were hanging around waiting for others to fuel up and he said:
Him: Who the hell are you?
Me: [extending my hand] I'm Adam, I used to work with Tim at the Dealership.
Him: [refusing to shake my hand] Who said you could ride with us?? We ride every Sunday and it's HD only....
Me: [being a smart ass of course] whew, I guess it's a good thing my bike has a HD engine then. BTW, Tim invited me to ride with you guys for a while
Him: It's not a Harley, if it were a Harley, it would be faster....
Me: What????
Him: That's my Night Train right there, it smokes Buells all day long...
Me: Wow, you must have put some money into your bike...
Him: Nope, just intake and exhaust...
Me: Whatever dude...
Him: I got the dyno printouts to prove it.... 95hp and 90lbft torque
Me: Ummm, those numbers are only a little higher than my bike put out from the factory... and my bike is 200+ pounds lighter
Him: Guess you wanna race then???
Me: Nope... your bike is toooooo fast for me [in a very sarcastic tone]
By this time, Tim (the only guy I knew in the group) comes out of the quickie mart with his smokes and caught the tail end of the conversation:
Tim: Oh no, not this "my bike is faster than your bike" bull**** again...dude if you wanna keep riding with us, you gotta knock this **** off. I invited Adam to ride with us, if you don't like it, you can ride with someone else....
To shorten the story up a bit... we went for a "spirited ride" through the mountains and the dude with all the "talk" wasn't able to keep up. (not that we were racing) In the beginning of the ride, he kept pulling along side me to "egg me on". As we approached the first set of tight turns he was directly to my right and preventing me from taking the line I wanted for the turn. I got on the throttle (maybe a little more than I needed to) because slowing down for these turns is no fun and that was the last time I saw him (not even in my mirrors) until we came out the other side of the mountains... (about an hour had gone by since I met up with them at the quickie mart) We pulled off into a diner parking lot to group back up... I was telling Tim I was gonna turn back when the ******* pulled up next to us and said "Erik Buell is a fag..." and rode off.
Part II:
As I was pulling out of the diner a chick on Ducati Monster (1100) was sitting at the light. I made the assumption that she was heading back the way we just came. (I was right) When the light turned green, she took off like a bat out of hell. I tried to keep up with her for a while but she was hitting speeds I wasn't willing to go on a public roadway... (pretty sure the 100lb woman on that Duc would've smoked me anyway)
All in all, it was an awesome break from the stress of funeral arrangements even though I had to put up with that ******* and got smoked by a chick....
