Every Sunday night here in St. Louis, an industrial strip of road, Hall St., turns into the local Drag Strip. The bikes present range from Kawasaki ZX-6 to the "bad-ass" Suzuki Hayabusa. Well, my coments are not about the bikes (all are beautiful), but about the riders who pilot them:finger:
Having been to Hall St. only a few times, each visit appeared to be the same old "testosterone" contest between riders who in my opinion, DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY HELL THEY ARE DOING!!!! Sure, when the guy at the start of the 1/4 mile strips drops the flag, they can haul ass, but is that a good measure of their riding "skill?" I don't see it! Everyone, including their mothers:twofinger, had a Hayabusa. Each of which had a chrome frame, chrome wheels, chrome handle bars, etc., and were lowered lower than a "road ridden" bike should be! But, they looked beautiful. However, the attitudes of the riders where far from friendly!! :finger:
I pulled up on my R6, and I got the "what the hell are you doing here" stares. They were sitting on their machines as if they owned the world, and no one could tell them differently! But, how good of riders are they? 6 out of 10 of the "busa-wannabes" had on shorts, t-shirts, and "battle-scarred" helmets. I didn't see any good riding techniques, but what I did see was a bunch of "flunkies" who thought just because they were piloting the "busa", they were "the shit"
After listening to a few of the conversations between the "busa kings", I noticed that many of them were riding with, NO license, NO insurance, and they only reason they purchased the 'busa's were because they are the "baddest and fastest" bike to ever be produced. Plus, "the police can never catch us" I did not understand that? What's with the attitudes of said riders?
Maybe it's just me, but that experience took some of the joy out of "motorcycling"( although, not much:twofinger ) When I normally run into other riders, I have good experiences. We stop, chat for a while, I learn about their machines, and I tell them about mine. Hell, many times we end up riding for a few hours, together. (sorry mom, he is not a stranger, but a fellow motorcycle rider):twofinger But, many of the 'busa riders here in St. Louis act as if they are the next Ricky Gadson because they financed a capable machine.
God, please let me run into these assholes on a nice country road with lots of twisties!!!!!!!!!!
Any opinions out there?
Having been to Hall St. only a few times, each visit appeared to be the same old "testosterone" contest between riders who in my opinion, DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY HELL THEY ARE DOING!!!! Sure, when the guy at the start of the 1/4 mile strips drops the flag, they can haul ass, but is that a good measure of their riding "skill?" I don't see it! Everyone, including their mothers:twofinger, had a Hayabusa. Each of which had a chrome frame, chrome wheels, chrome handle bars, etc., and were lowered lower than a "road ridden" bike should be! But, they looked beautiful. However, the attitudes of the riders where far from friendly!! :finger:
I pulled up on my R6, and I got the "what the hell are you doing here" stares. They were sitting on their machines as if they owned the world, and no one could tell them differently! But, how good of riders are they? 6 out of 10 of the "busa-wannabes" had on shorts, t-shirts, and "battle-scarred" helmets. I didn't see any good riding techniques, but what I did see was a bunch of "flunkies" who thought just because they were piloting the "busa", they were "the shit"
After listening to a few of the conversations between the "busa kings", I noticed that many of them were riding with, NO license, NO insurance, and they only reason they purchased the 'busa's were because they are the "baddest and fastest" bike to ever be produced. Plus, "the police can never catch us" I did not understand that? What's with the attitudes of said riders?
Maybe it's just me, but that experience took some of the joy out of "motorcycling"( although, not much:twofinger ) When I normally run into other riders, I have good experiences. We stop, chat for a while, I learn about their machines, and I tell them about mine. Hell, many times we end up riding for a few hours, together. (sorry mom, he is not a stranger, but a fellow motorcycle rider):twofinger But, many of the 'busa riders here in St. Louis act as if they are the next Ricky Gadson because they financed a capable machine.
God, please let me run into these assholes on a nice country road with lots of twisties!!!!!!!!!!
Any opinions out there?