I was out scavenger hunting on my Fatboy last week and was sitting at a traffic signal patiently waiting for the light to change. I’ve got my headphones plugged in my ears and am listening to the soundtrack from the movie Pride and Prejudice. It’s not loud music and I can hear the traffic around me so I usually listen to it while I’m putting around town. I remember the music because in the middle of my favorite track I hear yelling. I look around and see this guy trying to get my attention. I mute the music and remove one headphone and say “I beg your pardon”?
This guy was yelling “all eyes are on you, all eyes are on you”!
My response: None. I wasn’t going to yell back at him so I just smiled and nodded.
I mean, what am I supposed to say? Not only was he yelling--he was three lanes of traffic over!!!
The guy then yelled “everyone’s watching you, d*mn you are sooooo hot on that bike”.
I get some interesting comments and questions while I’m stopped at a signal and have even had great (short) conversations with folks in cars. This is just too much. The comments weren’t really a big deal but added with the fact that he was yelling at the top of his voice over three lanes of traffic embarrassed me.
Fortunately, that story came to an end since my signal went green and I could go. And go I went as soon as I checked I had a clear turn.
This isn’t the end of this story. I was thinking about this incident and then started thinking about my Lamborghini story a few weeks ago. I was waiting for the owner to bring his Ferrari down; I overheard his friend talking about driving the Lamborghini. Seems he was out cruising and the car was so hot that he didn’t have to pick up women. They would walk by and throw their phone numbers in the car without asking!
I’m sitting on my Harley just waiting and listening (and pretending I’m not listening) and I think….”wow, do women really DO that”? I then wonder what kind of “luck” I’d have if I took the car out cruising.
Well, it’s a moot point as I don’t have much use for any strange woman’s phone number!
In light of both stories, I’m not sure I’d want to cruise anywhere behind the wheel of the Lamborghini (or Ferrari for that matter). I’m on the back of my Fatboy and I get Mr. What’s His Nutz yelling across three lanes of traffic…what would happen if I were behind the wheel of an Italian sports car?
Errrrrr…nevermind, you don’t have to answer that.
Yet this story goes on….
I was group riding a couple of Sundays ago. We were stopped at a traffic signal and I heard Greg (my friend that was behind me) have a conversation with the car next to him. Now, Greg is exceptionally hot in a total package kind of way. Yes, he is so much all that that exceptionally is bolded, underlined and italicized!
I didn’t hear the whole conversation, but I’m sure the chat they were having was not about how hot Greg is! I don’t know, it could have been, but somehow I doubt Greg would have politely answered him back so that’s how I knew the conversation was along normal lines. Otherwise we might have had a fight in the middle of Garden of the Gods Road!
How come his conversation is NORMAL???? Which makes my next question this: how many of you all have traffic light “encounters” with the weirdoes of the world?? I know it can’t be just me…..I know you guys probably have had the occasional flash by a woman….
*Groan*…now that’s all I need now…for the day that a man decides to flash me….
Anyway, I know there are plenty of stories of what riders and BOBs do while riding; I’m more curious to what people do to you the rider….
Just a little reader assurance that I’m not the only one out there that has to deal with weirdoes.
For the record, the Lamborghini/Ferrari guy didn’t get my phone number. After all, I went out with a guy that owned 150 motorcycles and he didn’t impress me too much after he “forgot” to call me…..
Guess he was too busy dealing with those women throwing their phone numbers on the seat of his bikes!
Keep the Shiny Side Up (at least until the next adventure)!
~The Rainbow Wahine