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I stole this post from http://www.sport-touring.net/forums/ind ... 282.0.html
I think it explains a lot about why people don't like bikes:
A funny thing happened on the way to the office... (I've always wanted to start a story like that) Ok, it wasn't really funny and I wish I wasn't there.
To add to the perpetuation of the bad image, I pull up to a traffic light behind a loud cruiser. Off to the right a guy was up in a bucket truck working on some cables on the utility pole. Another guy was standing behind the truck, about 15 feet below and a few feet behind the guy up in the bucket. I'm just about parallel with the guy on the ground, the cruiser in front of me about parallel with the front wheel of the truck.
The bike was LOUD. Like, rumbling my chest loud, and of course the guy couldn't just let the damned thing idle. Nope. BLAP BLAP BLAP RRAAAANANANANANANANANANAAAA BLAP BLAP BLAP RRRAAAAAANANANANANANANANANAAAAAA. I'm fairly certain the average air-cooled v-twin shouldn't be revved to redline without a load on it. But hey... what do I know. Out of the ~250 or so race-ready engines I built over the years, one of them actually grenaded, so I guess I don't know.
The guy up in the bucket yelled down to the guy on the ground. I couldn't hear him. The cruiser was too loud. The guy on the ground cupped his ear and the bucket guy yelled again. I couldn't hear him, but hey... I'm in my full faced helmet. Surely the unhelmeted guy on the ground could hear him, right? Nope, this went on a few times. Finally the guy on the ground walked over and (presumably, I couldn't hear) asked the guy to stop revving long enough to hear the guy in the bucket.
The biker obliged... by taking his throttle hand off long enough to give the one-finger salute. The utility guy, much to his own credit, handled it very professionally. He put his hands up in a placating, "had to ask" gesture, then walked away. The guy in the bucket yelled down again, but even at idle, this bike was too loud. Just crazy.
The guy looked at me, sitting there on my sewing-machine-quiet CBR as if to ask "you with this guy?". I just put my hands up in that same way, shook my head no, then shrugged. The light eventually turned green and Mr. RevItUp tore out of the intersection, deafening us all as he went.
I hung back, shook my head, gave a quiet sigh, and pulled out in a most civilized and refined manner.
So, if you happen to read this, Mr. Cro-Magnon idiot me-too guy with yet another Paulie Sr. mustache, thank you. Thank you oh so much for perpetuating the stereotype and for making us all look bad. Again. May your bandanna be infested with the fleas of a thousand camels. May your air-cooled v-twin grenade on Main Street in Sturgis. May your barber screw up and ruin your stupid mustache. May your pickup truck no longer be capable of hauling your bike trailer. And may dust settle upon your chrome. And may all your friends see it when it does.
I think it explains a lot about why people don't like bikes:
A funny thing happened on the way to the office... (I've always wanted to start a story like that) Ok, it wasn't really funny and I wish I wasn't there.
To add to the perpetuation of the bad image, I pull up to a traffic light behind a loud cruiser. Off to the right a guy was up in a bucket truck working on some cables on the utility pole. Another guy was standing behind the truck, about 15 feet below and a few feet behind the guy up in the bucket. I'm just about parallel with the guy on the ground, the cruiser in front of me about parallel with the front wheel of the truck.
The bike was LOUD. Like, rumbling my chest loud, and of course the guy couldn't just let the damned thing idle. Nope. BLAP BLAP BLAP RRAAAANANANANANANANANANAAAA BLAP BLAP BLAP RRRAAAAAANANANANANANANANANAAAAAA. I'm fairly certain the average air-cooled v-twin shouldn't be revved to redline without a load on it. But hey... what do I know. Out of the ~250 or so race-ready engines I built over the years, one of them actually grenaded, so I guess I don't know.
The guy up in the bucket yelled down to the guy on the ground. I couldn't hear him. The cruiser was too loud. The guy on the ground cupped his ear and the bucket guy yelled again. I couldn't hear him, but hey... I'm in my full faced helmet. Surely the unhelmeted guy on the ground could hear him, right? Nope, this went on a few times. Finally the guy on the ground walked over and (presumably, I couldn't hear) asked the guy to stop revving long enough to hear the guy in the bucket.
The biker obliged... by taking his throttle hand off long enough to give the one-finger salute. The utility guy, much to his own credit, handled it very professionally. He put his hands up in a placating, "had to ask" gesture, then walked away. The guy in the bucket yelled down again, but even at idle, this bike was too loud. Just crazy.
The guy looked at me, sitting there on my sewing-machine-quiet CBR as if to ask "you with this guy?". I just put my hands up in that same way, shook my head no, then shrugged. The light eventually turned green and Mr. RevItUp tore out of the intersection, deafening us all as he went.
I hung back, shook my head, gave a quiet sigh, and pulled out in a most civilized and refined manner.
So, if you happen to read this, Mr. Cro-Magnon idiot me-too guy with yet another Paulie Sr. mustache, thank you. Thank you oh so much for perpetuating the stereotype and for making us all look bad. Again. May your bandanna be infested with the fleas of a thousand camels. May your air-cooled v-twin grenade on Main Street in Sturgis. May your barber screw up and ruin your stupid mustache. May your pickup truck no longer be capable of hauling your bike trailer. And may dust settle upon your chrome. And may all your friends see it when it does.