So I was pumpin some petrol in the ol girl yesterday when a white haired dood walks up and asks me if I'm an "old biker." Not sure what he was getting at I asked "whaddya mean by that?" While I ain't going to make the NFL cut anytime soon, it ain't like I'm Methusala and aside from a leather jacket, I really had no other tell tale "biker" regalia on.
So he restated, "have you been riding motorcycles a long time?" Well yeah, I'll cop to that. He then asked what I liked about my Vic. I explained that it made good power, was smooth, had a great suspension and cornering clearance, was as comfortable as an old shoe, is as reliable as an anvil and so on.
He seemed a little perplexed. I think he might have been expecting "If ya have to ask..."
I told him that if he liked to ride he should check them out. He stated he had his fun, but that was back in the day on dirt bikes. He then complimented me on how purdy the bike is and I thanked him as if I should take credit for some cat in Spirt Lake's design.
Last time someone complimented the ride it was a rather large ethnic woman who asked me if I'd take her for a ride. When do the 20 year old blondes fall over themselves for me like in the commercials? Where'd I put that damn hair dye?!
2011 Cross Roads