Had a great ride yesterday. I rode 200 miles through 4 states (PA, MD, WV, VA), stopped to help a Harley rider, got made fun of by a couple of drunk punks, got tailgated, had to avoid hitting granny and got blown all over the road. All in all, very enjoyable, "end of January" ride by myself on the bike.
I pulled off the road at the MD/WV state line to, lets just say, "reassert my 2nd amendment rights". There was a Harley parked about 100 yards up the road on a gravel pulloff. After I took care of business I rode over to him, he was waiting on a can of gas to arrive. His gas got there about the same time I did. I waited to make sure his bike started, we exchanged pleasantries, his bike started right up and I was on my way, as was he.
I rode on down the road another hour until I stopped at an Exxon for a hotdog and some gas. Their gas pumps were screwed up so I got a hotdog, no gas. As I was sitting on the curb by my bike, eating my hotdog, a couple of punks pulled up in a muddy pickup and parked across the lot from me, they sat there and started yelling something at me. I couldnt hear what was said because of the traffic on the road behind me so I figured if it was important they would come over closer and tell me. They continued to yell something about a "***** motorcycle, get a real bike, blau, blau, blau, yadda, yadda". I dont know, I only caught about 10% of it. I guess whatever they had to say wasnt important enough to walk over to me. Anyway, I sat there and finished my hotdog in peace.
On the way home it got windy, cold and a little wet, I got tired of fighting the wind. I also got tailgated very aggressively by some asshole in a pickup (I wasnt the only one, he was tailgating everyone) and someones granny in a caddy made a left turn right infront of me. At that point I just wanted it to be over
Basically just your average "end of January" ride.
I pulled off the road at the MD/WV state line to, lets just say, "reassert my 2nd amendment rights". There was a Harley parked about 100 yards up the road on a gravel pulloff. After I took care of business I rode over to him, he was waiting on a can of gas to arrive. His gas got there about the same time I did. I waited to make sure his bike started, we exchanged pleasantries, his bike started right up and I was on my way, as was he.
I rode on down the road another hour until I stopped at an Exxon for a hotdog and some gas. Their gas pumps were screwed up so I got a hotdog, no gas. As I was sitting on the curb by my bike, eating my hotdog, a couple of punks pulled up in a muddy pickup and parked across the lot from me, they sat there and started yelling something at me. I couldnt hear what was said because of the traffic on the road behind me so I figured if it was important they would come over closer and tell me. They continued to yell something about a "***** motorcycle, get a real bike, blau, blau, blau, yadda, yadda". I dont know, I only caught about 10% of it. I guess whatever they had to say wasnt important enough to walk over to me. Anyway, I sat there and finished my hotdog in peace.
On the way home it got windy, cold and a little wet, I got tired of fighting the wind. I also got tailgated very aggressively by some asshole in a pickup (I wasnt the only one, he was tailgating everyone) and someones granny in a caddy made a left turn right infront of me. At that point I just wanted it to be over
Basically just your average "end of January" ride.