I thought I would ride up to Highlands NC to clear my head after a difficult week at work.
As it turns out, I ended up hearding ponderous bovines over the mountain pass, whilst listening to a potato symphony all the way.
There are two places where a pass is possible providing the curve challanged pirates don't ride in tight formation or wick up the throttle in the very short straights.
Their sweeper was all over the road and crossed the center line several times.
I remained about 100 yards back so I would not be a part of any mishaps.
I returned home just a little more frustrated than when I had left.
So today I will try again perhaps their semi-annual foray into the mountains will be over. One can only hope.
Just to be clear I don't hate Harleys or pirates, however when you put them together......................

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It just figures, now that I am old and wise enough to stop and smell the roses, I would lose my sense of smell.

Makes me want to bring back my old signature line.

Would you rather follow a Harley up a twisty mountain road, or be smashed in the head with a hammer? Your reply would be:
a) How big is the hammer?
b) Can I pick the spot on my head where you hit me?
c) Just hit me and get it over with.

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2012 XT1200Z Blue, 2012 XT1200Z Black

Mike,
I think that this may be one of those rare moments where your polite, reserved and, gentlemanly manner are your undoing. Stop being so considerate of others. Those people were using more than their share of highway use taxes by taking up so much time and space. Clearly, they displayed a lack of respect and awe for their betters. Pass them. Stuff them. Treat them like the loud, baying curs they are. Pay no attention to the make or model. Pay no attention to those double yellow lines; they're not meant for you. You, my good man are riding a fine, fast motorbike with one of the all time great motors (Triumph 1050 triple). You sir, are the uppercrust of motorcycling society and, as such it is your right and responsibility to put those people in their proper place.
I am, your humble servant,
ELBrown

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What could possibly go wrong?

if they knew what they were doing they would have went to single file so as you could have passed in same lane.

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Some times the only thing to do to have a good trip is to either wait or to find a different route. A Harley is OK from three sides. I don't want to be close behind them.

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2007 DL650A Whee! (SV cam transplant)

Manage the unavoidable.
Avoid the unmanageable.

That would defeat their purpose.

I've been stuck behind the (arrogant bunch of *****)rider group in Brampton when they have actively prevented my passing them. It was a choice of dawdling along behind at group cruiser speed or go somewhere else.
Ontario has a law that says semi trailers must have 100yds between them. Maybe packs of riders need something similar.

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Fred
Ignorance killed the cat. Curiosity was framed.
Sarcasm is not just a right, but a responsibility.

Not all HD riders are jerks but there are enough of them out there and they do seem to run in packs . . . usually from one bar to another.

Come summer you see hordes of them out on PCH and they can be very dangerous.

I wrote this to entertain my OLD friend Uncle EL who has been laidup since falling into a dry creek bed while dual sporting in VA. If you find it funny great, if you don’t , well I just don’t care it is after all for my OLD friend Uncle EL.

I had mentioned to Uncle EL about needing some farkles for my new sprint GT that would help alleviate my frustration with bogies aka. pirates and their egocentric ways.

The list is as follows.

Heads-up display
Sidewinder missiles
Joy stick

Join me if you will in a flight of fantasy.



The scene opens with Hurricane, Uncle EL and Spitfire, myself leaving beautiful Walhalla SC for a mission up HWY 28. to Highlands NC

We are on the road for 10 minutes when we encounter some bogies that passed through Walhalla 30 minutes prior to the start of our mission.

I transmit through the Scala rider, “Bogies twelve o’clock low quarter mile out. They are slow moving must be transports. We should intercept in 15 seconds”.
We tailed them for 2 minutes or so at mind numbing slow speeds.
They were shifting to and fro.
I asked my more experienced wingman Unc, er, Hurricane what he made of it and he said they were probably transporting beer in their belly tanks.
I told Hurricane I had a lock on the sweeper. Permission to let go a sidewinder and flame the buzzard.
Hurricane shot back,” Negative ,negative don’t waste the money. I’ll strafe them. You watch my 6.
Hurricane went to full afterburners on his Tiger 1050 triple. He sawed through the bogies like (choose one)


A. Lindsay Lohan through Paparazzi
B. The Great One through defensemen
C. Adele through a cheesecake.

The bogies started ditching their rides. I asked,” Hurricane why are they ditching?’
He replied,” three words Spitfire, decreasing radius curve.”
We continued on to Highlands and stopped at Bucks for some espresso.
As we left, the leader of the bogies rolls up and says,” them Triumphs don’t look nuttin like they did 40 years ago.”
Indeed! I replied, indeed.

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It just figures, now that I am old and wise enough to stop and smell the roses, I would lose my sense of smell.

Strom plus GPS

Just take the next turn

Here in Eastern CT we have roving parades of Harley Plagues

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8/2/2013

Old? Hell boy, I got your old. There I was, mindin' my own bidness, feelin' fine, ridin' where no one with with my wealth of experience would go sober when damn if that pesky gavity didn't rear it's ugly head, remind me it is a law and not a theory and thow my old arse into the rocks. 4-6 weeks before I'm good to go, a new bike sitting out there with a battery tender hooked up and I let an old POS DR bust my hip. Shep may have been right; the Romans paved the roads for a reason.

Back to your whining and bitchin' about slow going cruisers; that thing in your right hand? No, the other thing; it's the throttle. Twist it. They'll scatter.

Oh, yeah, I rode that thing out of there with a busted hip and was late for cocktail hour (the horror) and you're whining about cruisers.

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What could possibly go wrong?