Friday, September 5, 2008

No ride report today, and no comments on the weather save that it is cold and dark in the mornings (50s) and hot during the day (80s & 90s).

What I do have is a story from a friend, Randy, who rides a Vulcan 1500. That’s his bike and his bride, Wendy, in the photo.




This is Randy’s story and I trust that I have re-told it correctly here.

On weekends, Randy and Wendy like to visit the Old Bag of Nails Pub in Delaware, Ohio after working in the yard. The Old Bag of Nails Pub has an outdoor pub and riders of all ilk stop by for some food and refreshment. Delaware is a small town that sees a lot of bike traffic, sorta like the cruising on Friday nights in the movie American Graffiti.

Anyway, Randy and Wendy like to sit in the patio area and watch the riders go by, oohing and ahhing at some of the more colorful ones.

One day a while back, a rider pulled up at the Bag of Nails, parked his HD Ultra and sat down near the couple.

Randy commented on how pretty the motorcycle was and said something to the effect of wanting to have something like that someday.

The rider, a middle aged man, smiled and said, “Just got divorced and that’s the first thing I’ve got for myself in 15 years!”

He detailed some of the features and then said, “You wanna take it for a ride? Keys are in it.”

Randy said, “No thanks. I really wouldn’t feel right. I know my bike and though I’ve only had a couple sips of my beer, I don’t think I should.”

The HD owner leaned over the table and said, “What’s the matter? You a wuss??!!” (Now in all honesty, that’s not quite how Randy tells the story, but you get the drift.)

Calling Randy anything but his name is an invitation to… Well, it’s just an invitation. So Randy says, “Nope” and he and Wendy cruise around the block on this guy’s HD Ultra.

They return, upright and vertical, a few minutes later and the owner asks the question every car salesman asks, “Wha’ dya think? Did ya notice that the radio volume goes up with the wind noise?”

Randy smiles sheepishly and tells him that he was being so cautious about riding it he had the radio turned off!

That’s where Randy ends the story and I thought to myself, “That guy’s awful trusting.”

And then I found out that there’s a proximity enabled security interlock on the ignition. Without the security fob, if Randy had stalled or shut the engine off, both he and his wife would’ve been walking back to the eatery!


Maybe not so concerned about their return, after all.

This weekend a group of riders are heading towards Akron to visit Stan Hyweth Hall, a +60 room mansion build in the earler 1900s by the founder of Goodyear Tire and Rubber, F.A. Seiberling.


I'm not much into destinations like this but I am reminded, its not the destination, its the journey.


Ride Safe.

5 comments:

irondad said...

Don't have a comment directly related to this post except that it takes all kinds, doesn't it?

Just now catching up on reading. Wanted to offer greetings!

Doug C said...

Greetings back atcha!

RazorsEdge2112 said...

Proximity alarm system or not... I don't know that I would be offering rides. Like IronDad wrote, "...it takes all kinds..."

Doug C said...

I know and understand what you're saying, Ken, but at the same time, I am reminded about an incident +30 years ago.

Its the Spring Prom at school and my uncle offered me his brand new Cadilac Coupe DeVille to drive for the event. Through my awe and amazement, I expressed my gratitude and he said, "Its just a car, Doug."

I'm not sure I say the same thing if I were in his place...

Conchscooter said...

I let someone ride my pride and joy once 30 years ago. He came back limping and I still bitterly miss that motorcycle, but not him.No one rides my Bonneville but me.