Here in Indy, we have this show that comes on Sunday evenings called Steel Horses. Pretty much a biker show that was created by a guy (Steve, Also is the show's host) that I used to ride with on occasion. The show has been around for about 6 years now and pretty much cators to the Harley crowd. I also have a Harley. Well, on the side, Steve does a couple of "Bike Nights" per week at a couple of bars here in town. There is one on the Northside of town (where the yuppies live) on Thursday nites and one on the Westside (where I live) on Wednesday nights.
Me and my GF decided we would go to the Northside to this "Bike Night" for dinner. I decided that we would take the Busa. So we pull into this stripmall where the bar is located and they have an area roped off for the bikes. Now I go to find a place to park and guess what? I am on the only non-Harley bike at this event! We park and dismount to the stares of everyone there. Thank God I am wearing a helmet cause I am smiling from ear to ear. So we peel of our mesh jackets and lay them across the bike along with our full face helmets and start to walk in the place.
Now to get in, we have to walk through a crowd with a couple of guys the size of BigDiesel and wearing the colors of one of Indy's local biker gangs. I still have that darned ####-eating grin on my face and they part to let us in. Then one of them big dudes steps in front of me and I am thinking...OH CRAP!! He looks down at me (I am 5-10) and says "Is that a Hayabusa?" in a real excited tone of voice much to my relief and my underwears relief as well. I take a deep breath realizing that I can breath again and calmly answer in the affirmative. Then it is question after question. How fast is it? Will it really do over 200mph? Have you been 200mph? How fast have you been? What is it like going fast? Will it pop a wheelie? Can it beat the new Vette?
After answering the questions, we finally get in and find my friend Steve. We sit with him and one of the girls from the TV Station and shoot the crap and eat dinner. Of course, I did sit where I could see the bike through the window and there was hardly a moment that someone wasn't by it looking it over. The only thing that got more attention was this girl from the TV station! Man, she was totally HOT!! When she mentioned never having been on a crotch rocket, I wisely bit my tongue. I had been out of town all week and wanted a nice evening with my GF...
So, we decided that we are going to do the Wednesday nite one next week. Steve said that it is four times bigger than last nights was. There were only 100 or so bikes there last night.
Me and my GF decided we would go to the Northside to this "Bike Night" for dinner. I decided that we would take the Busa. So we pull into this stripmall where the bar is located and they have an area roped off for the bikes. Now I go to find a place to park and guess what? I am on the only non-Harley bike at this event! We park and dismount to the stares of everyone there. Thank God I am wearing a helmet cause I am smiling from ear to ear. So we peel of our mesh jackets and lay them across the bike along with our full face helmets and start to walk in the place.
Now to get in, we have to walk through a crowd with a couple of guys the size of BigDiesel and wearing the colors of one of Indy's local biker gangs. I still have that darned ####-eating grin on my face and they part to let us in. Then one of them big dudes steps in front of me and I am thinking...OH CRAP!! He looks down at me (I am 5-10) and says "Is that a Hayabusa?" in a real excited tone of voice much to my relief and my underwears relief as well. I take a deep breath realizing that I can breath again and calmly answer in the affirmative. Then it is question after question. How fast is it? Will it really do over 200mph? Have you been 200mph? How fast have you been? What is it like going fast? Will it pop a wheelie? Can it beat the new Vette?
After answering the questions, we finally get in and find my friend Steve. We sit with him and one of the girls from the TV Station and shoot the crap and eat dinner. Of course, I did sit where I could see the bike through the window and there was hardly a moment that someone wasn't by it looking it over. The only thing that got more attention was this girl from the TV station! Man, she was totally HOT!! When she mentioned never having been on a crotch rocket, I wisely bit my tongue. I had been out of town all week and wanted a nice evening with my GF...
So, we decided that we are going to do the Wednesday nite one next week. Steve said that it is four times bigger than last nights was. There were only 100 or so bikes there last night.
