tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13520267.post3926858851698774705..comments2023-12-11T02:23:53.561-06:00Comments on The Great Motorcycle Pizza Tour: The Gentlemanly HunLuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12481824369632937289noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13520267.post-10395057534292300502006-12-01T18:24:00.000-06:002006-12-01T18:24:00.000-06:00No matter where it happens it always feels good to...No matter where it happens it always feels good to be on the receiving end of politeness and consideration. I'll try to be of the same caliber as the gentleman you describe.<br /><br />I have only once really had someone annoyed with me because I was on a scooter. Coming home one day I rode up behind several cruiser bikes at a light, each carrying a female companion behind them. As I sat on the Vespa the women noticed me and began pointing and giggling. I'm not sure if they were making fun or thinking it was all so cute.<br /><br />The light changes and all of us start up the road towards the next light. Traffic was heavy enough that they couldn't speed away from me. Same thing happens at the next light and as we ride away from that one the hand motions start for me to back off. I am probably two car lengths behind at 30 MPH. As the speed limit and road open a bit I am still following along and one of the guy keeps craning around yelling something. I drop back a little farther but it is still them and me. I'm sure they didn't want a scooter contaminating the image they were presenting. Or maybe the girls were talking about dumping them for that cool old guy on the scooter.<br /><br />About a mile down the road the traffic falls away and they roar off. I catch up to them two miles down the road as they are sitting at the light in the right hand lane and I zip by in the left. This was the final straw because they come roaring away from the light and pass me in the loud growl only a big V Twin can do. I felt so alone.<br /><br />I've tried to put myself in their position and keep coming up with the same reaction----I don't care I don't care I don't care. I just don't care who pulls up behind me or is riding near as long as they aren't on my ass.Steve Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04540977884513559091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13520267.post-25582602651536342952006-12-01T15:09:00.000-06:002006-12-01T15:09:00.000-06:00Thanks for the heads up!
I'm glad you liked the n...Thanks for the heads up!<br /><br />I'm glad you liked the novel, I had a heck of a lot of fun writing it. :DLuckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12481824369632937289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13520267.post-55785798551812484202006-12-01T14:12:00.000-06:002006-12-01T14:12:00.000-06:00Wow! Triple post! I can't imagine what made it go...Wow! Triple post! I can't imagine what made it go full auto, but the novel was pretty good.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com