Harley riding...

Must admit that I wasn't ready for the stiff ignoring received from other bikers since riding Jackass Dave's old RK.........

Seems to attract a whole new world of (possibly reverse) snobbery...

Not that I really care - it's nice to just burble along and I passed my first manned speed trap in ages without the need to brake like a maniac and feel guilty; it was nice to just wave!

PS - no intent of acquiring tassels or branded bikerware :thumb

Cheers

Pete


I agree with the reverse snobbery bit

As a non HOG uniform Harley rider here’s a thought

Branded biker ware you say …………. And a twat suite is what .oh ya I remember its a BMW branded “Adventure Suit” …….. a uniform for Adventure riders?

I ride a Harley (had a GS could well be buying another soon) I don’t conform to the HOG uniform boys dress code but have to say I have been to a few Harley meets and they certainly know how to party always great bands great venues and very well organised. as none members we are always welcomed, Ok some of them run on a bit but I say each to there own live and let live.

A friend of mine recently joined a local group of Harley riders for a trip up to a meet at Sterling after a weekend of partying returned on the Sunday 500 mile in poor weather only stopping for fuel, not my Idea of fun 500 miles in a day on a Harley but lots of them seem to do it, so just because a guy might own an “Adventure Bike” don’t mean he is a mile hardened world trekker, plenty of GS owners never go further than the county boundary.

Personally I hate long journeys on a bike so the Harley goes in the back of the van till we get to the Alps or where ever we are bound for then I enjoy the two weeks riding around our chosen destination, its all about choices who’s right who’s wrong ?
 
i passed the time with a harleyist on his way there whilst dining in the "cafe full of tat" in kilmington on my way to sids.

he seemed quite normal :nenau

tell me more about this place ? - is it the kilmington between axminster and honiton ?

( was all fields when i was there )
 
tell me more about this place ? - is it the kilmington between axminster and honiton ?

( was all fields when i was there )

that's the place. decent sized caff next to a petrol station, on the left going towards honiton.

does good food, but is cluttered up with big glass cabinets of tat for sale.
 
that's the place. decent sized caff next to a petrol station, on the left going towards honiton.

does good food, but is cluttered up with big glass cabinets of tat for sale.

well, well...my old man and his mate used to rent that garage out as a workshop ...fuck - it was about 30 yrs ago now.!
They had the contract to look after the local busses.
There was no cafe back then - just 2 pumps and a small office.

I hit an alsation dog at about 60 doing down that hill right outside that garage....bent the forks on my rd250 too.

i used to to live very near there :thumb
 
....wankers..!

That’s it..I’m getting rid of the Harleys and burning every single T-shirt I have with “Harley” on it…Never have I been more glad to have been riding the BMW so that the French didn’t associate us with those loud-mouthed, shit talking, matching leather clad wankers…gobbing off how “Harleys were the ultimate bike”…”hard 300 mile days ”….fuck off..there are kids out there on ‘peds who do more in a day…I have nothing against their £30 Grand bikes..nor even their matching leathers/helmets/live-to-ride accessories….just keep your nauseating bollocks to yourself .

And your point is........? :rob :D

Funny that, I was in Rocamadour a few weeks ago and there were hundreds of bikes from race track refugees to adventure bikes and yes, loads of Harleys too. My point? Well they were all together riding together and socializing together. They were dressed in their power ranger suits, patch jackets, tassels and twat suits but none of this judgmental clique shit that you get in this country because they were all riding bikes!
 
Remember when you were a kid, dressing up as a Pirate, or a Soldier, or whatever..?

Well most adults are just the same...

The reasons aren't difficult to fathom!
 
Remember when you were a kid, dressing up as a Pirate, or a Soldier, or whatever..?

Well most adults are just the same...

The reasons aren't difficult to fathom!



You're spot on in your observations... I loved dressing up as a nurse..........

Now i'm an adult i prefer the matrons outfit.
 
I'm going to get Melch to build me one of those Cots.... Needs to be 7' long and able to hold 32 stone of bouncing flesh....:D
 
:pullface
....wankers..!

That’s it..I’m getting rid of the Harleys and burning every single T-shirt I have with “Harley” on it…Never have I been more glad to have been riding the BMW so that the French didn’t associate us with those loud-mouthed, shit talking, matching leather clad wankers…gobbing off how “Harleys were the ultimate bike”…”hard 300 mile days ”….fuck off..there are kids out there on ‘peds who do more in a day…I have nothing against their £30 Grand bikes..nor even their matching leathers/helmets/live-to-ride accessories….just keep your nauseating bollocks to yourself .
An Abomination that shouldnt be allowed on British roads !!

The Snake pass is not route 66 and oh can you tell when stuck behind 30 straight line vagazzles !!
 
The point seems to be that they were a loud mouthed judgemental clique.

Worse....they were gobbling off..loudly..in a nice, friendly French hotel....and, because, we were there and British....we were getting tarred, so-to-speak...I denied all knowledge of HD when quizzed by the barman.. "Nah, not us mate, gnarly adventure bike riders us." ..all in a faux French accent, of course...:D
 
I'm going to get Melch to build me one of those Cots.... Needs to be 7' long and able to hold 32 stone of bouncing flesh....:D

The telegraph poles have now been ordered in readiness! :D
 
Worse....they were gobbling off..loudly..

Now that is anti social. You should have said "Oi...go to your room and do that or at least keep the slurping noises to a minimum. You're putting me off my porridge!"
 


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