I guess the good news is over memorial weekend I did a whole lotta riding, just a hair under 2k, which was sweet, altho parts of my body didnt really enjoy it quite as much as I did :P
So for reference sake, my mom moved us to this podunk town called Sauk City years ago when she married my completely useless stepdad, (at least that's over with for her and for me, although I managed to bail out before she did hehe, never seen a divorce take 3 years before, it was a nasty one) and this little podunk town has one of the biggest H/D stores in the state. They have this Freedom ride every memorial weekend where every tubbo in the state with his hd or hd clone shows up. I was bored last year so I putted around with them for awhile, but yeah....... I wasnt really all that welcome
oh well, god knows I was heart broken that I couldnt follow a bunch of fat guys around while their bikes farted all over town.
So this year I decided to roll around town but not exactly to ride "with" said hd boys. To put it bluntly, I wanted a little revenge for the night I pushed my bike 6 miles while harley brats laughed, reference "headlights at nite are fun" if you have no clue what I'm talking about. This whole weekend was a blast, honestly can't say what I enjoyed most, but this part has to be a high point for sure. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not anti american or anything of that nature, its just that this presented a unique opportunity that I had to take. I saw one of the turd burglers that rolled by me laughing that nite riding around his sportster with a US flag sticking out of a tube on his tail. I know it was him because of the smell......
no honestly though he had this lamerz skull on the tank that I had seen that night and several times before, so I had this guy pegged. Oh god just thinking about this again is making me laugh hysterically.
So everyones just farting around town, sitting at lights not even moving unless they feel like it, generally fawking up the whole towns traffic situation, when I pull into this parking lot with this tool and his toolbox or "crew", I prefer toolbox
I made mention of the night when I was broke down and said meatwad starts laughing, and comments like "real bikes" aka harleys, dont break like jap trash does..... or " speed isnt the measuring stick of a bike or riders quality level" ( which I do agree with, but he coulda used more speed that day
After a few of these, I kinda just said whatever and flipped my visor down, which I think he took to mean I was leaving, so he started talking to his boytoys again, sucking down a beer ON HIS FREAKING RIDE in the parking lot. Reaaaaal classy. I did the movie double take, where you look at two things back and forth while naughty ideas form, namely looking at his flag, and at the nice spaces between my plastics and my engine, where a flag pole might possibly be stuck were it to be grabbed from someone's flag holder :P
Right so you get the point, I snatched that shyat, slammed it in a convenient spot behind my leg, and flew off. Stayed just a little bit ahead of him and two of his buds that rolled out of the parking lot with him till we got out of town, then I explained to him, by way of real world example, how erroneous his belief that "speed" really isnt a useful stat on a bike, by getting out of town and leaving the fart throwers aka hd's about a mile behind every few seconds. My only regret is I never got better mirrors so I could watch them behind me hopelessly following while I tore off with his flag.
I know thats gonna piss someone off, so to maybe ameliorate that problem, let me just say that I didnt chuck the flag or anything, in FACT, thats proudly displayed on the front door of my apartment now, both because I AM an american, just poor so I dont go buy extraneous crap like flags, and because thats my little trophy from getting some back. Woot for me, whatever anyone thinks.
Also, another high point of the weekend, and also unfortunately the not so good news. Got a call from a couple friends I have recently acquired, good riding buddies I have found, who scraped up some people to go riding with, kind of a counterpoint to the hd ride, So I rode back to madison and linked up with a big ole group, big for me at least since 8 was the most people I've been in to that point, and this was like 40 peeps, and at the second stop, lo and behold, I FOUND THE CHICK MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA HAAHAHAHAHAH.
(reference owned by a girl if you have no clue what I'm talking about)
So we rolled around for awhile, made some loops around southern wisc, even hit my town back up and waved at the farties for a bit, till people started dropping out and going home, judging from the state of my rear end, probably from fatigue and pain the likes of which the sodomites never even knew. So on the way back to town I asked her if she was busy or wanted to grab something on the way back, and she said sure. Yeah........ I'm thinking, this is gonna be a sweet day, and it was, right up to the point in the conversation where I was informed about her ummmmm i believe the term used was boyfriend. ( oh and also I was premature to call her r6 a 2006. its an '01 like me, so I guess she wasnt all that pimpin more than me, whew :P)
I dunno, anyway followed her home, since it turns out i semi know her boytoy, said hi to the dude, she's pretty cool, so I think I will probably spend more time riding with her, and her guy, and some friends we both apparently know, but no play for me, at least right now
oh and I got a couple pics but this computer is being stupid about letting me post them here, but I'm sure I will figure it out.
So yeah, mission accomplished but to no avail.... oh well, I honestly didnt think I was going to be able to track her down anyway, so at least the hard part is done. Maybe I can sic my little sister on him, har har har, then I can clean up in the tragic aftermath of his infidelity mwahahahahahaha.
I'll figure out a way to post the pics, but no, before anyone gets excited, the only pic I have of the flag snatch is afterward at my house. It s still pretty sweet. Besides that the weekend contained a lot of twisties and a 600 mile ride to see my big brother down in indiana, who is turning into a boring 36 year old, trying to tell me 28 is a good time to "sell the bike and mature a bit" boooooooooooooooo to that.