| Author | Message | ||
     Corporatemonkey |
Last night I headed off to the grocery store. As I arrived the lot was mostly empty. Before I had to chance to shut the motor off, I caught a glimpse of someone running my direction. Before I know it there is a voice over my shoulder. It scared the crap out of my. This big guy was going nuts over my Buell. He was asking a million questions. I had to slow him down as I still had my helmet/earplug on. Turns out this guy is a huge armchair motorcyclist. I guess he had read all there was to read on motorcycles. He mentioned this was only the 2nd Buell he had ever seen. The first one was over 15 years ago. He wanted to know all about its features, how the brakes worked, does it really have fuel in the frame, etc... I was willing to spend a moment answering this guys questions. Just then his wife walked up with a shopping cart full of crap. She stopped to say hello for a moment, then she headed off to the car. Then she came back by with the empty cart, telling her husband it was time to go. The husband was still asking questions, and at this point I was looking at my watch (10 minutes at least). He told the wife in a condescending tone "I'll be there in a moment" So he continued on talking about the bike. I was motioning that I wanted to head into the store. I really wasn't trying to be rude, but it was starting to get old. The wife came back again, and said "If you don't come along, I am going to leave you here." Once again the guy dismissed her, telling her "I got the keys" She stormed off in a huff. At this point, I mention I really have to start my shopping, and I thanked him for his interest. Just then the wife yells from the car (parked about 15 spaces away) "Find your own way home you #!!#?@!!!" And with that she burned rubber out of the lot. The guy started running after the car, but she drove off. I stood there, trying not to laugh, he came back and told me "We have been having issue lately" My response was "I guess so" With that I left to enter the store. The poor guy was left in the lot. I didn't see the guy when I left the store, so I suspect he found a way home. I guess motorcycles really are a home wrecker...  | ||
| Wolf102 |
before i got married i told my wife that if she didnt bike my bikes she needed to go she understood. | ||
| Doughnut |
I have three, (More then that, but three that I'll share briefly here), very fond memories of my Buell impresing others. Twice the person came up and just started talking to me. On the other , there was a bunch of "kids" at a gas station I stopped at. They were all on little Jap bikes, ( no offense, Jap. makes some fine bikes), with some girls. I was a little older and in town for a job. They rolled up as I was filling and did not hear me roll in. I finished and started her up and ALL eyes fell on me. I gave it a little as I left and at when I was stopped at the light I saw they were all still watching me. | ||
| Glitch |
Turns out this guy is a huge armchair motorcyclist. Some of the most rabid motorcycle fans don't own one. I have a feeling a lot of the characters on some of the motorcycle forums don't ride. ABPMS comes to mind... | ||
| Mikej |
Funny stuff. When I had my M2 out on the Olympic peninsula out that way several years ago a friend of my brother in law said mine was the first one he'd seen in person. Now your parking lot walking home guy has only seen two in 15 years. Let's see, there are at least 4 or more Buell dealers in the region, one right in Seattle, one just south of Seattle if I recall right, one on the other side of Lake Washington, and this guy in Seattle has only seen a total of two in fifteen years. Strange stuff. Funny stuff. But still strange stuff too. At least the guy didn't ask for a ride home, he probably would have wet himself. Or better yet you should have offered to meet him at one of the local Buell dealers on a Saturday, which would have given him enough time to walk there. Could have been fun to see him inside a dealership, would have been interesting to see what he walked out with. Man I need a road trip. | ||
| Ft_bstrd |
I'd say that he will be bagging the wife and buying a Buell in the very near future. | ||
| Cityxslicker |
And you didnt hand him my card?!? There is a guy in need of a Buell if I ever saw one! | ||
| Oldog |
That sounds reminicent of my X mother & Father in law cept about the bike, My advice to the poor guy go buy a buell | ||
| Cityxslicker |
MikeJ if you ever make it back out to the Olympic Peninsula again, come look us up, we have some of the twistiest roads and hardly any traffic. | ||
| Mikej |
Yep, will do. | ||
| Ravensmith22 |
I was working on my Firebolt in the garage one day when an older gentleman drove down the alley in his pickup. He stopped just past the garage and backed up. He asked me something, but I had to have him repeat the question after I let off the throttle. He asked " You put a pipe on that thing? It don't sound like it should." I replied " Oh, it's an American bike." He motioned me to hit the throttle again, listened for a bit, then gave me a thumbs up and drove off, still with a big ol' grin on his face. | ||
| Djkaplan |
I love it when that happens, but I've always been a little uncomfortable with attention just because of something I own. I think my behavior comes off as brusque when a rabid Buell fan gawks at my bike and asks all sorts of questions. I was telling a good friend of mine this recently and he said, "Nah, you really are an ***hole... nice bike, though". Can't argue with that. | ||
| Newbuellertoo |
Three weeks after I got my bike it was parked on the street while I worked on the car in the garage. Heard a screech of tires. A guy around my age (old) riding a Suzuki stopped, got off his bike and started walking around my bike. He ended up staying and chatting for 1/2 hour. He had never seen a Buell before. Parked at the Mall. Guy rides up on his fully chromed Harley Bagger, with his all of his leather on, and HOG patches very prominent. Again about my age, looks like he might be a professional, Doctor, Lawyer, whatever, parks next to me as I am leaving and asks what kind of bike that is. "It's a Buell S3" I tell him. "So, that's what a Buell looks like ...Hmmph!" Not once when I was younger riding one of my Hondas or Yamahas did anyone ever ask or care what kind of bike it was. If I die tomorrow, I'll die happier for having riddden a Buell. Over the top? Absolutely. Getting cabin fever and need to ride? Absolutely! (Message edited by newbuellertoo on February 22, 2008) | ||
| Corporatemonkey |
And you didnt hand him my card?!? There is a guy in need of a Buell if I ever saw one! Trust me I did you a favor by not sending him your way. He mentioned that he has never owned a bike, and from the sound of it he never will. He seemed like the type that would visit your dealership every weekend to waste your time, and leave sticky paw prints on the merchandise. Now whether the wife (ex? soon to be ex? 6ft under ex?) is the cause of this I don't know. Maybe she is preventing him from having a bike. | ||
| Phat_j |
few years ago, prolly bout 99 i was riding past the local car hangout (large parking lot) and fell subject to all the people wanting me to do a wheelie......... bout a half mile later i see the lights and pull over....... cop says to me, "wow - how'd u get that harley motor in that jap bike?" told him the story bout buell and then (he must not have seen the previous wheelie) asked if it can do wheelies..... i definatly took advantage of that and as i rode down the road next to him, riped off a big one........ and to make the story better... guess who i ran into a few weeks later on a x1????????? | ||
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