Thursday, June 29, 2006

Women Spoil Everything, Don't They Girls?

I got a question for the riders.

Would you drive a new beetle? I don't mean for a kick, but for your own personal transport. I thought not. It's for chicks, right? No red-blooded man would ever opt for this. No OEM flower pots for me. You? I thought not.

Well, this day is coming. Sooner than you think:

You and the boys are out and about, stretchin' your legs on your big, chromed out rides, Harleys, Metric Cruisers, maybe even a Phat Tire Custom or two, and pull in to the roadhouse to grab some chow. Have a beer. Make the waitress blush.
Folks inside heard you pull up. Loud Pips Save Lives, right? You catch some of the gals eyeballin' your bike. They love it.

Dinner is served up hot and rare, the beer is ice cold and goes down good. The girls in the next table are eavesdropping on the conversation and exchanging looks. Can't be a bad thing. While waiting for the check you and the boys talk a little shop. Compare and contrast the bikes you've ridden, review the lastest “chopper” show episode. And as often as not there is a new bike on the market that has everyone abuzz. Some of the boys dig it, some not so much. One fella starts really panning it – he doesn't like it at all.

“Man, it's 2006! I can't believe Supertough Choppers would build a bike without fuel injection. I quit fuckin' with chokes when I got my RoadKing in 2003 and never looked back.”

“Gawd, but it's a hoss though, man. I mean a 1900cc motor and a 300 tire..... Sweet.”

About that time the mid 40's woman with the pageboy haircut, sittin' with the ladies in the table next to you interrupts, “Excuse me. I couldn't help overhearing; is a choke that thingy on the side you pull on when you start your motorcycle?”

“Why yes, Darlin', it is! Does your man ride?”

“No, but I was just going to say my 2005 Supertough Chopper doesn't have one of those pull out things.”




You ride a cruiser, you're just one of the girls.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Traveling Light - The Waffle Stomp!

Get on over to Nate's Peep Paradise and read about our preferred method of dealin' with stinky, grimey, clothes on the road. Pay attention, MM, it comes in real handy.

The post may not be up yet so keep checkin'.

Spacebunny, I can hear you sayin', 'Ick!, Boys are weird.' already.