SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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My wife and I took some time out to go for a ride. Our ride was a blast and at the halfway point we were near a known Biker Hangout. We're talking a greasy spoon known throughout southern Florida for a good group of people and good food.
We pull in and park the bike. I made sure to park on the empty side of the lot, the other side had several Harley's and Harley riders can be touchy about Jap bikes parking among them.
We walked across the lot and stepped up to the window. The guy behind the window looks us up and down then informs us he doesn't serve our kind just before shutting the window. I shrug and look at my wife before we turn away. It's another Harley Snob. What can you do?
The guy behind us steps up to the window as we start back across the parking lot. He raps on the window and when it opens he starts talking with the guy there. We didn't hear what was said and honestly we didn't care. WE got to the bike and pulled on our helmets before firing it up and climbing aboard. As my wife climbed on behind me I heard a rumble as one then another engine started up. I rolled to the entryway and after checking traffic pulled out. We were going to look for someplace to grab a bite before we headed home.
AS we pulled out I glanced in the mirror and saw quite a sight behind me. Every bike that had been in the parking lot was pulling out behind us and closing up on us. Before I knew it the guy in the lead had pulled up alongside of us at a traffic light. He asked where we were headed and my wife told him we were looking for someplace to get a bite to eat. He smiled and told us to follow him and off we went. Before I knew it we were pulling into another place, a little hole in the wall grill with plenty of bikes in the parking lot. As we parked the rest of the bikes pulled in behind us and parked alongside us.
Inside we went where we ordered some of the best burgers I have eaten. Back outside to eat we were joined by several of the other riders. We talked bikes as they chatted on their phones. Several of them looked over my bike and loved it, they had never seen one. Then one of the guys spilled the beans.
Every one of them had been calling their friends and telling them not to go to the first diner we had gone to. They passed along how the guy had treated us. (He doesn't ride, he's just a wanna be.) My wife and I received several invites to ride with different groups.
Somehow I get the feeling that this guy's boss isn't going to be happy with him.
Cat
We pull in and park the bike. I made sure to park on the empty side of the lot, the other side had several Harley's and Harley riders can be touchy about Jap bikes parking among them.
We walked across the lot and stepped up to the window. The guy behind the window looks us up and down then informs us he doesn't serve our kind just before shutting the window. I shrug and look at my wife before we turn away. It's another Harley Snob. What can you do?
The guy behind us steps up to the window as we start back across the parking lot. He raps on the window and when it opens he starts talking with the guy there. We didn't hear what was said and honestly we didn't care. WE got to the bike and pulled on our helmets before firing it up and climbing aboard. As my wife climbed on behind me I heard a rumble as one then another engine started up. I rolled to the entryway and after checking traffic pulled out. We were going to look for someplace to grab a bite before we headed home.
AS we pulled out I glanced in the mirror and saw quite a sight behind me. Every bike that had been in the parking lot was pulling out behind us and closing up on us. Before I knew it the guy in the lead had pulled up alongside of us at a traffic light. He asked where we were headed and my wife told him we were looking for someplace to get a bite to eat. He smiled and told us to follow him and off we went. Before I knew it we were pulling into another place, a little hole in the wall grill with plenty of bikes in the parking lot. As we parked the rest of the bikes pulled in behind us and parked alongside us.
Inside we went where we ordered some of the best burgers I have eaten. Back outside to eat we were joined by several of the other riders. We talked bikes as they chatted on their phones. Several of them looked over my bike and loved it, they had never seen one. Then one of the guys spilled the beans.
Every one of them had been calling their friends and telling them not to go to the first diner we had gone to. They passed along how the guy had treated us. (He doesn't ride, he's just a wanna be.) My wife and I received several invites to ride with different groups.
Somehow I get the feeling that this guy's boss isn't going to be happy with him.
Cat
lol
