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I think it was Pogo that said, "We have met the enemy, and he is us."



If we continue to ***** off the cagers, they will put us out of business. Do your fast riding early on Sunday morning with quiet mufflers and no one will be the wiser. Wheelie down a suburban street on a Saturday afternoon with race cans and every soccer mom in the neighborhood will write a letter to the editor.



It takes nerve to walk up to a squid or a RUB and tell him how he’s farkin’ it up for the rest of us, but we’ve got to do it. After the squid quits riding to raise his family and the RUB can no longer tolerate the helmet-head, lifetime riders are left holding the bag for their misbehavior.



They don’t care, so we have to.

 

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I spent ten days riding the Alps last year. Never – NEVER – heard a set of loud pipes. Never – NEVER – saw a beanie helmet. Never – NEVER – saw a rider in flip-flops, tee-shirt and/or shorts. Never – NEVER – saw a biker pop a long wheelie.

And yet every rider I saw seemed to be having a grand time. How is that possible without loud pipes, beanies, flip-flops, and 60-mph wheelies?

Skill. Discipline. Knowing when to go and when to hold back. I don’t recall seeing a double centerline in all of Switzerland – the state has enough confidence in the riders and drivers to let them decide when it’s safe to pass.

Like Palomar? You can do a dozen passes a day at an extraordinarily fast pace in the Alps - just slow down for the villages and try to look like you know what you’re doing. Check out all the traffic you have to doge on Paso Stelvio http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/13/Stelvio.jpg

So let’s get rid of (or at least calm down) the knuckleheads so those of us that are serous about the M/C stuff can have some real fun!

Oh, and another thing – there’s not a trophy house every half mile in the Alps. Don’t know how we’re gonna’ deal with that on our favorite roads here in the USA.