At a local cruise spot, I was visting the brewery outside, when a group of biker boyz pulls up. This was funny as all hell. I almost started crying when I saw this one. I was laughing so hard, I almost lost the 5 bud lights I just downed. So anyways, these moron's pull up on all these liter bikes, with track fairings on them. Yup, no lights but a tail light. They even had number plates, like #69, #666, ect. all made to be something "cool." These were chromed out bikes, with strobe lights and crap. So, these morons back into parking spaces on the strip, and LAY their bikes down :o They are too cool for kick stands. I mean literally lay the bikes on their sides. All of them. So, as I'm laughing my ass off, one comes up to me and asks me what's so funny. He actually started getting pissed. I pointed to his bike and said that. He was stumped as to why I was laughing. So, I ask him why he doesn't just use the kick stand. He says he doesn't have it on the bike because he "races." So, I ask him where he races. His response "I-696, I-94, service drives." I just looked at him, and walked away. This is the new fad now for biker boyz I guess. Laying your bike on it's side because you don't want a kick stand on your bike when you "race."
Will it ever end.... ::)
The really cool ones have a van full of hotties and rear stands as a chase vehicle. ;)
But hopefully they'll herniate themselves while picking the bikes up, and be unable to breed. So did these guys have helmets & leathers, or were they into sunglasses and hair mousse as "Race Equipment"?
You have got to be kidding me. I remember a friend of mine who used to do that because he really did race. He would where his "B" helmut and use that for a kick-stand, and put flashlights in his snorkels for headlights. His name is Chachy. Most of the "Crew"
would have 2 sets of plastic...one for the track, and one for the street(with lights and mirrors..etc)
These Poseurs are taking it to another level. What happened to the idiots who would put the motocross
stickers on their bikes because that was all they could find at the dealer? At least they still had kick stands.
Dan,
next time you are in that area, be sure to have your digital camera on you...get us some pics. Oh and pass out some brochures or something. Ask to see there racing license and or show them yours!
REPRESENT!!!
Racer Boyz....MOUNT UP!!!
lil thorny.
QuoteDan,
next time you are in that area, be sure to have your digital camera on you...get us some pics. Oh and pass out some brochures or something. Ask to see there racing license and or show them yours!
REPRESENT!!!
Racer Boyz....MOUNT UP!!!
lil thorny.
Ya know, I wish I had a camera phone at that time. I'm sure I'll see them again, cause I usually go there on Thrus. nights, and it's cruise night, with TONS of peopple. LOL... they're my hero's ;D
I know this isn't quite as bad, but I saw a Guy this morning on a red CBR600F4, and he was wearing black leather pants, a Rossi replica jacket (In that lime-yellow color) racing boots and gloves with chrome armor, and a PAIR OF SUNGLASSES!!!
WTF? ::)
I pulled up next to him and said, "Nice head!" He gave me a dirty look, and demonstrated his sub-par wheele skills when the light changed. ;)
QuoteI pulled up next to him and said, "Nice head!" He gave me a dirty look, and demonstrated his sub-par wheele skills when the light changed. ;)
LOL !!!!
If that guy only had a clue who you were.
Dawn ;)
Oh no, these guys were in full one piece suits, with all kinds of crap on them. Their racers, didn't ya know :P ::) I was talking to a buddy a little while ago about tonights festivities who was also up there, and he said he was talking to them. I guess these guys run really low tire pressure, cause when a freind of mine pointed out that his rear tire was damn near flat, the guy looked at him like he was stupid. Come to find out from more questioning of Detroit's finest Biker Boyz, these guys run like 8-10 psi in their rear tire so their bikes can "hook up" better for wheelies ..... LMAO... ;D
I have a polished bike with race fairings and simple lighting to ride on the street, although it does have a kick stand... I don't wear my leathers though, no helmet either some times ;D
if anyone ever says "nice head" or laugh at my sponsor stickers to me on the street, I will race ya and beat ya ;D :P
I see them "racer" boys all the time on the street. I blend in... but dont try to race me
I think the best time I ever had riding was one night on the street. I broke out one of the special toys in the garage, and went out riding. We went down to Belle Isle (a little island in Detroit where people go to cruise and hang out) and a freind of mine and I stopped for gas. I was on my 749S and he was on a carbon fiber 916. We're sitting there at the gas station pumping gas, and some squids pulled up on Busa's and 1000's. So they came over to check out our bikes. This crackhead walks up and was like "Damn, that thing (edited cause I don't wanna feel the wrath of Dawn today) musta cost like $200,000.00." Needless to say, I just busted out laughing. This crackhead was sitting there telling the squids what bad bikes they were and stuff, and was complementing how well German made Ducati's were. ;D The squids were highly impressed, and of course, wanted to know how fast it goes. They just saw this big SPA tach on the 916, and was like.. this b@tch do like 230 huh? LOL...
QuoteI have a polished bike with race fairings and simple lighting to ride on the street, although it does have a kick stand... I don't wear my leathers though, no helmet either some times Ê;D
if anyone ever says "nice head" or laugh at my sponsor stickers to me on the street, I will race ya and beat ya Ê;D :P
I see them "racer" boys all the time on the street. I blend in... but dont try to race me
I gotta get me some bling bling too for the new Mille. I wonder of BST makes carbon fiber chromed rims ;D And, I will race ya, just let me let all the air out of my tire so I can "hook up" a good wheelie :P ;D
you dont need no air out of the rear to hook up a good wheelie, just burn your rear a bit before you take off (especially you have race take-off's so you can heat it up some).
I am getting my rims/swingarm chromed. I polished the frame and forks and little parts. I made a special set of bodyworks with neons behind designed cutouts, and some other cool bits, its my show bike, since I will be selling something real special "bling" for the street :D
Bravo Sierra
I'll be perfectly honest here. I sold my streetbike because I couldn't find anyone to ride with. Everyone on the South Side knew I was a racer, so my every ride was their every chance to prove that they were faster than me, and hence could be magnificent racers if they only chose to spend the money it takes to go to the track.
Well, we all know that's, um... Bravo Sierra. (I LIKE that!) On the street, the guy with the least brains is the fastest. Dodging cars does not teach you how to be a racer. But I couldn't get people to stop trying to race me. The Dan Ryan Expressway is not a racetrack, and aside from traffic avoidance, it poses no riding challenge. I would not play there, but I did take a few of the more mouthy and agressive types out to my secret backroads. I humbled a few, then got two guys hurt. One stuffed past me, hairball as #@%$ on the brakes in a tight turn that he could see through, then launched himself into the landscape in the next blind turn. Stupid, but very ballsey, since I knew the road and he didn't. I stopped, looked around, and realized that his buddy hadn't even made it this far.
Hairball was awake but concussed, so I headed back to find his friend. It took awhile. After several passes up and down the road, I noticed a rear wheel skid mark. Then I noticed a gap in the foliage that aligned with the skid. Sure enough, there was the other guy. He was pinned under the bike, and had broken an arm and a leg when he hit a tree. Now I had to ride to the nearest place I could call for an ambulance, meet them, and lead them to these two clowns. Of course TWO ambulances, the police and fire dept. all showed up. The cops looked at me in my one-piece suit with beveled silders and started insinuating that I ran these turkeys off the road. Oh yeah. Like I'm some kind of predatory sport rider on the prowl, just swooping around looking for squids to kill. I got pretty pissed and told the cop to @#$% off. He REALLY wanted to find a reason to arrest me at this point, but there was nothing for him nail me on.
Out of guilt, I went back later and retrieved these guy's bikes with my trailer, and hauled them back to the shop they frequented. After that, my streetbike just sat. All the fun was gone. A year later I sold it. I wasn't then and I'm still not the fastest racer, but I was way too fast to be mixing with street people. Besides, a street ride is either an excercise in boredom as you obey the laws, or a contest of survival and stupidity as you crank up to speeds and lean angles that have no place on public roads. I'll just save my riding for the track.
QuoteI have a polished bike with race fairings and simple lighting to ride on the street, although it does have a kick stand... I don't wear my leathers though, no helmet either some times ;D
if anyone ever says "nice head" or laugh at my sponsor stickers to me on the street, I will race ya and beat ya ;D :P
I see them "racer" boys all the time on the street. I blend in... but dont try to race me
Oh Dafan, what will we do with you ;)
QuoteI'll be perfectly honest here. I sold my streetbike because I couldn't find anyone to ride with. Everyone on the South Side knew I was a racer, so my every ride was their every chance to prove that they were faster than me, and hence could be magnificent racers if they only chose to spend the money it takes to go to the track.
Well, we all know that's, um... Bravo Sierra. (I LIKE that!) On the street, the guy with the least brains is the fastest. Dodging cars does not teach you how to be a racer. But I couldn't get people to stop trying to race me. The Dan Ryan Expressway is not a racetrack, and aside from traffic avoidance, it poses no riding challenge. I would not play there, but I did take a few of the more mouthy and agressive types out to my secret backroads. I humbled a few, then got two guys hurt. One stuffed past me, hairball as #@%$ on the brakes in a tight turn that he could see through, then launched himself into the landscape in the next blind turn. Stupid, but very ballsey, since I knew the road and he didn't. I stopped, looked around, and realized that his buddy hadn't even made it this far.
Hairball was awake but concussed, so I headed back to find his friend. It took awhile. After several passes up and down the road, I noticed a rear wheel skid mark. Then I noticed a gap in the foliage that aligned with the skid. Sure enough, there was the other guy. He was pinned under the bike, and had broken an arm and a leg when he hit a tree. Now I had to ride to the nearest place I could call for an ambulance, meet them, and lead them to these two clowns. Of course TWO ambulances, the police and fire dept. all showed up. The cops looked at me in my one-piece suit with beveled silders and started insinuating that I ran these turkeys off the road. Oh yeah. Like I'm some kind of predatory sport rider on the prowl, just swooping around looking for squids to kill. I got pretty pissed and told the cop to @#$% off. He REALLY wanted to find a reason to arrest me at this point, but there was nothing for him nail me on.
Out of guilt, I went back later and retrieved these guy's bikes with my trailer, and hauled them back to the shop they frequented. After that, my streetbike just sat. All the fun was gone. A year later I sold it. I wasn't then and I'm still not the fastest racer, but I was way too fast to be mixing with street people. Besides, a street ride is either an excercise in boredom as you obey the laws, or a contest of survival and stupidity as you crank up to speeds and lean angles that have no place on public roads. I'll just save my riding for the track.
Pure poetry...I am so turned-on right now!
I used to do a little drag racing at a real drag strip north of Phx w/ my F2. There was a guy on a Gixxer that would come out, lower his rear tire pressure to 6-10 pounds so that he could "hook-up" off the line. Everyone of the 4 wheeled people thought he was the coolest leaving the line all crossed up and such. I would watch meerily for the entertainment of watching someone's bike wobble all the way through the 1/4 mile. (He couldn't figure out why his bike did that and I never did tell him...Couldn't risk breaking everyones entertainment) ;D
QuotePure poetry...I am so turned-on right now!
I think you're sexy too! Are you massaging your bruised cervex as you think about me? ;D
Man, maybe I'd better just shut up. Benji's gonna be back, and I'll have to share the track with him again! :o :o :o :o
QuoteI think you're sexy too! Are you massaging your bruised cervex as you think about me? ;D
Now where was that thread about Kegel exercises... ;D
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QuoteI think you're sexy too! Are you massaging your bruised cervex as you think about me? ;D
Man, maybe I'd better just shut up. Benji's gonna be back, and I'll have to share the track with him again! :o :o :o :o
I am actually getting some physical therapy done to my cervix this weekend...something about a guy named Dumbledorf and a magic wand...we'll see how that goes ;)
QuoteI am actually getting some physical therapy done to my cervix this weekend...something about a guy named Dumbledorf and a magic wand...we'll see how that goes ;)
Cue 70's porn music...
i too wanna hear more about the BLING BLING bikes...... bwwahhhhhh
Not a bling bling story, but a few years ago some guy on a ZX7 pulls up to us in a gas station and asks my friend, who has a Superhawk, "That's a two stroke right?" Think he meant twin. Or maybe he didn't...
This is why my road bike is now my race bike. I found many people to ride with and loved going out on our curvey country roads. After seeing many different buddies fly off the road in my rearview mirror, I just got sick of it. It wasn't fun anymore, because I had to slow down so much for turns, to make sure the people behind me were going slow enough. I even told them not to compete - just ride in their limits, but that didn't help.
So I came to BFR, got my a$$ kicked, and loved it because there was no more guilt when others crashed.
Or on the other side, there was a group I could ride with on Friday and Saturday nights that would drive up and down the strip - maybe pop a wheelie now and then. That got pretty boring really quickly - especially when girls that were 15 years younger than me were yelling at me for a ride. Maybe I should've taken my helmet off so they could see the old codger they were yelling at :D
True story. The wife wanted a bike, but we were broke. I bought an A model 600 Ninja for $300 in boxes. I got it running, but needed bodywork. The used pieces I found were from many different paint jobs, so the bike was a rainbow of uglyness.
She wouldn't want to ride it like that, so I sprayed the bodywork with a semi-gloss black sealer. It looked pretty cool! Before I turned the bike over to her, I took a few extended test rides to be sure it was reliable. I live in a fairly large town that is out in the sticks. I was 20 miles East of town in the cornfields when I stopped for gas. A kid at the station asked me about the paint.
I could see this kid was a rube, so I decided to have a bit of fun with him. "Can you keep a secret?" "Yeah!" "It's radar absorbing paint. My uncle works for Dow-Corning, and they make this stuff for the SR71 and the Stealth Bomber. He stole a can for me." "Wow! How does it work?" "I fly past a cop at 160, he sees zero." "No shit!"
A whole summer passed. Laura and I are out for a ride, about 50 miles West of town. We pull in for gas. A kid walks up to the bike and asks, "Is this that bike with the radar-absorbing paint?
How many kegger parties do you think it took for that story to travel 70 miles through the cornfields? ;D
I can see you standing there being totally convincing to this kid, too ;) ;D
K3, you sure can wind a yarn...
Hey what do you mean you don't have anyone to ride with??? >:(
I rode with you last year many a weekend ;D
There were a few of us...right? Where is Kritz when you need him? ;)