I can relate to that - had this friend, HIS car started smellin' like that - like somebody had upchucked in it. Couldn't stand to be in the car with the windows up. Turned out, somebody had left a piece of cheese-pizza under one of the seats (likely on-purpose!).
Roger that! I was super happy when I had my 02 Honda VFR and the '77 FXS. I had to sell the FXR to a friend, but occasionally I swap bikes with my buddy and co-worker who has a Honda 954RR. It's a blast for both of us; we get to go from one extreme to the other. There's nothing like the feel of a sub 10 second 1/4 mile, and there's nothing like the feel of cruising down the road on a solid mount, pushrod v-twin. It's all good!
I actually had a neighbor who couldn't figure out why he kept crashing his bike. It seemed he had an abnormal occurrence rate of things just happening "out of nowhere." He later discovered he had been suffering from sleep apnea for years and was falling asleep while riding! And yes his premiums sucked. He later got some gizmo that allowed him to sleep through the night, but his riding still sucked. He finally gave up (on riding, not sleeping.)
Nah, no real relation. Actually, my family history has to do with spoiled milk (cheese).
Lucky for me the dairy farm ended with my old man. My favorite stories growing up had to do with the many flavorful diseases of dairy cows. My father used to tell me stuff that would make you taste chili dogs you ate three years ago. I mean, DAMN, how many diseases can one bovine suffer?
The best part of all his stories would be the clinical analysis of the experience. Total staight man stuff. "So there I was, slathering on more Bag Balm when the stiches let loose..."
Cows have character. They aren't overly bright, but when they escaped my father's job was to go "catch" them. The best part of a bovine is they think- rather logical, frankly- if they can't see you then you can't see them.
Unfortunately when they are hiding behind a tree it is rather obvious to see the remaining 2/3 of a Holstein. You have to love a species that does something like that. At least I do.
My grandfather called a recalcitrant cow " a damned cheesebeast, nothing more."
Hence, I will be (and a few cats I have had over the years) forever more....Cheesebeast.
I have all the loudness levels covered ( Sv1000 w/ a race system, SRX6 with a pipe so loud it sounds like an open, and a stock vfr) and I don't notice any appreciable difference between bikes in how often I'm treated as an apparition. Unless, that is, I'm at least even with them or a little ahead of them and going the same direction so my muffler is in their window. I don't see how a pipe is going to help when they are ahead of me waiting to turn left in front of me.
I've seen on more than one occasion someone pull out in front of emergency vehicles with lights blazing and sirens screaming, and there I sit in my Hi-Viz 'stich thinking "oh yeah, they're all gonna see me." DUH!
I support a ban on cell phones, front seat video, and other distractions, but I am afraid that it may not be possible to legislate away the flagrant stupidity which has become endemic to driving in this coutry. It seems to be getting worse, though, and some of my pleasure in riding is diminished by the need for increased vigilance for a new set of hazards. My hope is that as motorcycling grows as a method of transportation vs transportainment people will be forced to become more aware of us on the road.
This is a rather sad cultural phenomenon and is as much about callous, self-centeredness, as it is about distraction. Government and its police agencies have already resigned themselves to it not being responsive to enforcement efforts. The ship of state is taking on water! Unfortunately, there is no "new world" to emigrate to.