How do you ditch your riding group?
Honestly i always put myself into trouble.Comfort of an airconditioned cage was unbearable for me.
So,my red hot V-strom got into my life.I call it my first "real bike"
last three months i was doing o.k.i was happy with my bike and the freedom came with it.I dont care parking problem,i dont care traffic jams,i dont care people who needs rides but somehow i only have one helmet so they need to cab.
My story starts with a "biker" conversation."We got to ride together"
Everbody agree,i am little nervous.i feel like little gold fish planning to swim with sharks.
My buddies :
Mr.X:He is on a ZX12.totally rebuild a few months ago.because of an accident kept him in hospital for a month.He has been riding for more than 10 years.His resume is full of supersports no dual sport or enduro.He promises ,he will be slow.Forget to tell ,likes to show off.
Mr.Y: On a R1200gs.He is also a veteran of accidents.His resume is full of dual sports.He also promises he is going to ride with me.
Mr.Z: Vtx1800.Hells angel wannabe,He believes open face helmets provide enough protection and his bike is a fast as zx12
Of course me:i am on my Dl650.i only have 2000 miles on it.Still getting used to bike.Practicing panic stops.Hoping to see my grandchildren.(age 32)
We supposed to meet at 9 am at work.They are all my coworkers.Mr.Y and i meet at 8:40 and start to ride to work.We arrived the work at 9am but neither Mr.Z and Mr.X were there.
Started waiting group ready to go at 9:50.We are late but happy.At 10am were are in Cycle Gear in San Francisco.One of them needs to get new riding shoes ! while waiting outside sun starting to cook me in my riding jacket.Why i feel like i took my mom to the mall?
Others also looking for stuff like anti monkey butt powder
10:30 ready again,Vtx guy left his leather saddle bags at home so, he is begging GS guy to put his old shoes into GS` saddle bags.
I thought we were going to start riding...
Gas stop...Even i have full tank of gas...
VTX didnt get any "He didnt like to price"he decided to go to ARCO station a few blocks away.
He got lost.We waited,waited.He showed up with a happy smile.Of course life is good.
Our direction was highway 280 ,highway 92, skyline boulevard.
after 20minutes, we were riding 80mph on 280.
80mph... 85mph... 90mph... i was thinking,i could not be true,i should ride 90mph.maybe my speedo is wrong,They should ride 90mph.I saw Mr.X and Mr.Y a few miles front of me.GS is trying to keep up with them also dont want to leave me behind.
Finally we reached to 92,it is weekend so full of cages.Traffic moves very slowly.My friends were abusing lane splitting right of motorcycles.WHY WE ARE IN HURRY?
After a few close call,i gave up.Started ride with traffic,stayed in my lane.
after a few miles.i saw them waiting for me.Laughing,Sure ,he is a noob.
we are together again but all the fun is gone.We are speeding on skyline boulevard,Everybody trying to show how fast they can enter a curve.I am a fool,still trying to keep up with them.
full throttle,aproach wide,enter the curve .i was too fast.bike refuse to turn at that speed.This one will be wide one....
Pair of headlights front of me,horn.
I am on opposite directions lane.Cage stopped,i braked.Very very close call.I am shivering...
I gave up..Ijust want to abandon the bike and walk to home.
How did i let myself to do such mistake?
I stopped,took of helmet,washed my face.
I Turned back.
I am going home,thats enough
15 minuted later,i felt my cell phone was vibrating in my pocket.i stopped and call them back.
"I am ok,i need to go home for my alz-heimer patient land-lord"
it is more fun than riding with some jack-asses.
2006 Red V-Strom 650