I'm with you man, I ride a Buell Ulysses and a Husqvarna SMR. They stick out like a sore thumb in any parking lot. I think that keeps me from being stereo typed, or just typed as a whack-o.I'm not even sure the stereotype into which I would fall. I'm not a Harley rider, I'm not a sport bike rider. I don't stunt (hell, I don't even know how). Even my riding jacket is only about 60% leather over thick denim. I wear a full face helmet, even in states that don't require one (Utah).
I guess you could stick me in with the new riders since I don't have that much time under my belt and I ride what some consider to be a starter bike (because it's so cheap).
I completely agree with what has been said here. I feel like I have more in common with anyone on two wheels than I do with anyone on four. When I'm riding I get The Wave from most other riders, no matter what they are on, and I return in kind. Yesterday I was lane splitting through rush hour traffic in The Maze behind someone on a sports bike - he moved into an empty space and let me pass. He didn't have to do that and I wasn't riding his ass, but it surprised me that a high end sports bike would want to slot in behind a slower (and much older) cruiser. It just shows that you can't make any assumptions.
UBOB TMU TCBY GTS TCK RBK
ROUND UNIT!!!!!
Dennis you are one helluv a guy. I like your enthusiasm and your love of the Game...Keep it up and you might just win a ROUNDIE!!!
hahhaha
Seriously though....
This is my Motorcycle.
There are many like it, but this one is MINE.
My Motorcycle is my best friend. It is my life.
I must master it as I must master my life.
My Motorcycle without me is useless. Without my Motorcycle, I am useless.
I must ride my Motorcycle true.
I must ride straighter than my enemy who is trying to pass me.
I must pass him before he passes me. I will...
My Motorcycle and myself know that what counts on the street is not the wheelies we ride,
the noise of our exhaust, nor the smoke our tires make.
We know it is the laptimes that count. We will win...
My Motorcycle is human, even as I, because it is my life.
Thus, I will learn it as a brother.
I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its accessories,
its lines, and its powerband.
I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage.
I will keep myMotorcycle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready.
We will become part of each other. We will...
Before God I swear this creed.
My Motorcycle and myself are the defenders of my country.
We are the masters of our enemy.
We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until there is no enemy, but PEACE.
Your comment on the bmw riders with the gray jumpsuits had me rolling yesterday when I saw two on the commute home. I never noticed it until you said so, lol
I've learned recently that I have almost nothing in common with some other riders. Just because we ride, it doesn't make us comrades. I like to wave to all the riders I see, but I know that riding is possibly the only thing we have in common. Some riders don't speed... ever... do you believe that? It's true... really. Seriously. I'm not kidding.
Is it me, or did all the "Bros" trade in their white lifted trucks for streetbikes?
Hwy 17 + a hot weekend = a lot of douchebag riders that have no respect for the mtns/2wheels.