Not the bike---the Bi**h.
Ya all know I hate riding two up but I weakened for the run up to the 5th anniversary of bike night & took the young blond. She's a pretty good passenger & only weighs 105 lbs. I took her a number of times on the old bike & she did good. I have ridden her before on this bike but its been 6 months or so since the last time so I gave explicit instructions about how this bike is fast & she has to hang on & I will try to take it easy. She did ok till we were headed home. Stopped first in line at a red light, it goes from red to green with out turn arrows I drop it in gear & let out the clutch. She starts screaming & flopping around & pulls me back but I'm able to grab the front brake hard & she litterly flys foward & smashes into me. I zig zag over to the shoulder almost dropping the bike & in my calmest "Clint Eastwood" voice I ask if she's ok. After she says yes I read her the riot act & threaten to leave her there, 25 miles from home & that she needs to find a Harley guy to ride her. Guess its time to get my solo seat finished. There were a few Harleys I would have liked to try out on the way home but NO---I had to go easy! Today I cleaned off boot rubber that was all over my muffler. A royal PITA & the whole time I'm cleaning I'm thinking how lucky I was last night because I got to buy her dinner & listen to her tell me that she wants me to buy her a Harley shirt to wear to the next bike night I take her to so she will "fit in with the group". UN F'IN BELIEVABLE!
Now where did I leave my Prozac?
Later,
Churchkey
Ya all know I hate riding two up but I weakened for the run up to the 5th anniversary of bike night & took the young blond. She's a pretty good passenger & only weighs 105 lbs. I took her a number of times on the old bike & she did good. I have ridden her before on this bike but its been 6 months or so since the last time so I gave explicit instructions about how this bike is fast & she has to hang on & I will try to take it easy. She did ok till we were headed home. Stopped first in line at a red light, it goes from red to green with out turn arrows I drop it in gear & let out the clutch. She starts screaming & flopping around & pulls me back but I'm able to grab the front brake hard & she litterly flys foward & smashes into me. I zig zag over to the shoulder almost dropping the bike & in my calmest "Clint Eastwood" voice I ask if she's ok. After she says yes I read her the riot act & threaten to leave her there, 25 miles from home & that she needs to find a Harley guy to ride her. Guess its time to get my solo seat finished. There were a few Harleys I would have liked to try out on the way home but NO---I had to go easy! Today I cleaned off boot rubber that was all over my muffler. A royal PITA & the whole time I'm cleaning I'm thinking how lucky I was last night because I got to buy her dinner & listen to her tell me that she wants me to buy her a Harley shirt to wear to the next bike night I take her to so she will "fit in with the group". UN F'IN BELIEVABLE!
Now where did I leave my Prozac?
Later,
Churchkey