My husband and I finally got to go riding yesterday...5 hours of touring back roads and historic areas. We mostly saw groups of Harley riders, just a handful of sport bikes to be seen...
Anyway, the first two hours of the trip were spent waving to all of the bikers heading the other way...I was following (yeah, Busa's follow, especially when I didn't know where he was taking me), so Harleys waving to my husband and I weren't too big of a surprise. I spotted a few double-takes when me and my Busa popped in to view, but all-in-all they waved to me. It's usually 50/50 when I'm by myself...some Harley riders will wave and others seem to forget their manners
We passed a guy on a yellow Katana that didn't wave back at us, and my husband showed his feelings about that by waving his finger in the air after the cold shoulder...yeah, he's good for PR! lol
After a few hours of riding, we ended up along the waterfront in a very historic area. There's a bar there, and tons of custom bikes and Hogs parked in front. We did the usual "ride-by", turned around and then went back past. My husband asked if I wanted to stop, but I was really more in to riding than parking and staring at bikes. I waved once or twice to the guys/gals hanging around the bikes, but I got a "who do you think you are" stare...no biggie...I can take it...
We finally did stop closer to home for a drink and a break (water for me, thanks) at a known Harley hangout. Harleys parked all over the damn place, guys and gals sitting outside enjoying the warm weather over a beer or ten...I park my Busa well away from the other bikes, not because I don't think I should park with them, but because I don't need to worry about them stumbling past after a few and tipping him over!
I spot a table outside and walk toward it, knowing full well that all those guys just saw me get off of a sport bike wearing a white Harley coat; that my husband just parked his 1200 Sportster next to me. I made eye contact with several of the beasts, and said something like, ummm "hi"...yeah, that was it...all I got was a "death stare" back, like I was in enemy territory and would surely be torn apart and served up as dinner if I stuck around...I was wearing my h.org t-shirt, and chuckling to myself as I took a seat...
Not downing the Harley crowd 'cause I am married to one and friends with several, including a few from this board, but it was just damn funny to me...
...is it just me, or is it actually enjoyable to be the only sport biker in the group? I find it very amusing to see how differently people treat me...in my neck of the woods anyway!
Kicker was that while we were sitting outside, admiring all of the leather and fringe, I saw a few sport bikes pass by...I was hoping against hope that just one would pull in, but they're smart and kept booking it up the road. I saw a sweet yellow Suzuki with a wicked extended swingarm pass by; few minutes later we packed up and headed out. It wasn't until I was on the main road, did a U-turn and passed my husband to show all those Harley riding smugs sitting in the sun drinking beer that I go fast too, that I saw that stretched out yellow Suzuki parked in the front of the bar...I wish he'd been brave like me and parked amongst the chrome and leather! We could have formed an alliance of two...
Anyway, the first two hours of the trip were spent waving to all of the bikers heading the other way...I was following (yeah, Busa's follow, especially when I didn't know where he was taking me), so Harleys waving to my husband and I weren't too big of a surprise. I spotted a few double-takes when me and my Busa popped in to view, but all-in-all they waved to me. It's usually 50/50 when I'm by myself...some Harley riders will wave and others seem to forget their manners
We passed a guy on a yellow Katana that didn't wave back at us, and my husband showed his feelings about that by waving his finger in the air after the cold shoulder...yeah, he's good for PR! lol
After a few hours of riding, we ended up along the waterfront in a very historic area. There's a bar there, and tons of custom bikes and Hogs parked in front. We did the usual "ride-by", turned around and then went back past. My husband asked if I wanted to stop, but I was really more in to riding than parking and staring at bikes. I waved once or twice to the guys/gals hanging around the bikes, but I got a "who do you think you are" stare...no biggie...I can take it...
We finally did stop closer to home for a drink and a break (water for me, thanks) at a known Harley hangout. Harleys parked all over the damn place, guys and gals sitting outside enjoying the warm weather over a beer or ten...I park my Busa well away from the other bikes, not because I don't think I should park with them, but because I don't need to worry about them stumbling past after a few and tipping him over!
I spot a table outside and walk toward it, knowing full well that all those guys just saw me get off of a sport bike wearing a white Harley coat; that my husband just parked his 1200 Sportster next to me. I made eye contact with several of the beasts, and said something like, ummm "hi"...yeah, that was it...all I got was a "death stare" back, like I was in enemy territory and would surely be torn apart and served up as dinner if I stuck around...I was wearing my h.org t-shirt, and chuckling to myself as I took a seat...
Not downing the Harley crowd 'cause I am married to one and friends with several, including a few from this board, but it was just damn funny to me...
...is it just me, or is it actually enjoyable to be the only sport biker in the group? I find it very amusing to see how differently people treat me...in my neck of the woods anyway!
Kicker was that while we were sitting outside, admiring all of the leather and fringe, I saw a few sport bikes pass by...I was hoping against hope that just one would pull in, but they're smart and kept booking it up the road. I saw a sweet yellow Suzuki with a wicked extended swingarm pass by; few minutes later we packed up and headed out. It wasn't until I was on the main road, did a U-turn and passed my husband to show all those Harley riding smugs sitting in the sun drinking beer that I go fast too, that I saw that stretched out yellow Suzuki parked in the front of the bar...I wish he'd been brave like me and parked amongst the chrome and leather! We could have formed an alliance of two...
