I was in Whole Foods yesterday buying my bran granola flake organic lemon grass wheat germ gruel (actually, an incredible rib-steak), and this guy with trendy clothes, but kind of dirty, and this sallow look on on his face got way too close to me and basically yelled in my face, "What kind of bike you ride man, gixxer?" He didn't wait for me to answer him, and mumble-yelled something about "R1, man" and then when he realized that he didn't recognize the kind of bike I mentioned, yelled "Yeah, but try racing that up.. uh, I5 man, R1 man".
I was floored. I had nothing on this man. All I could do was walk away, choking on my own tongue.
Heh. I once had a dude in shorts, nikes, and a tank top on an R1 pull next to me at a light while I was riding a Silverwing (the scooter) and start revving his engine. Just for a laugh, I launched at the light, fully expecting to become a dot in his mirror. After all, the Silverwing can't get you in too much trouble even with a hard launch. I left him in my mirrors instead, watching him trip all over his gearbox. At the next light he pulls next to me again, opens his helmet and says "Damn dude, does that thing have a turbo!?"
I just nodded my head trying hard not to completely crack up laughing. I guess a ~100hp and ~200 pound lighter weight advantage wasn't enough for him to beat me on my "turbo" scooter. LOL.
Me too, but I surely qualify as a squid by several measures. A Busa's a serious speed machine, I can't help but look at one so be-mounted, differently (after allowing for their chicken stripe/BS factor).
Slid away from a semi-bs medium ticket last night, after about 45 minutes in the penalty box, I give the Cop a B, cool enough, just doing his job.
And now, in the very spirit of Gladness.
Gestured as a gift to my fellow MOrades and not authored by I.