SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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My wife and I were off from work today, and yet we found ourselves having to show up at the hospital. There was some testing we had to do. (PPD) We decided to take the bike in.
Now I'm not your usual Biker in that I wear Leathers in south Florida. (This morning they felt good, it was kind of cool.) I also don't like a loud bike, mine is nice and quiet right up until I hit the horn.(180 db Highway Horn.) My bike doesn't have that thump sound of a big single, nor does it have the rumble of a twin. It also doesn't have tat scream of a high R.P.M. Sportbike, instead it kind of purrs. It's an old straight 4.
On the way to the hospital we were cruising along enjoying ourselves when we were passed by another cruiser. I saw and heard him coming up behind us and watched as he went by us like we were sitting still. He was a younf guy on a Harley wearing jeans and a T-Shirt. (Oh and sunglasses.) You could tell he has been riding for a while from the way he sat his bike. His straight pipes almost deafened us even through our helmets. Finally he was past us and pulling away when it happened. A nice shiny B.M.W. sedan pulled out without looking, right in front of the Harley.
I was expecting a crash when the guy on the Harley reacted with a swerve like I have never seen. He did what tey teach us in the safety courses and swerved around the car but he did it in such a way that it took my breath away.
The car was coming in from the left and the guy pushed left then right. He swerved to the left so hard his back tire smoked a bit before he swerved right again. He went around that B.M.W. with inches to spare before the guy in the car could even react. Of course when he reacted he locked up his brakes right in front of me which made me do a swerve to avoid him. (At least I had a second to warn my wife and hit the horn as I swerved around him. All I could see were eyes as I went past. I'm hoping he had to return home to change his drawers.)
The rest of the ride to work was relaxed and we parked the bike without turning a hair. We stowed our helmets in the cargo box and made our way up to the Employee Health Office where the PPD's were administered. Yes we were wearing our leathers, we don't have the room in the cargo box for them and the helmets. People looked at us funny but I just don't care what others think. The Employee Health Nurse looked at our leather then out the window before telling us how she was jealous, she wanted to be out riding with her husband but they were both working.
Our ride home was calm and relaxed. As we were coming up to the turn off to our place my wife leaned closer and asked if we had to go home just then. I just gave her a thumbs up and headed past our park. We put another 60 miles on the bike before we got back home.
Cat
Now I'm not your usual Biker in that I wear Leathers in south Florida. (This morning they felt good, it was kind of cool.) I also don't like a loud bike, mine is nice and quiet right up until I hit the horn.(180 db Highway Horn.) My bike doesn't have that thump sound of a big single, nor does it have the rumble of a twin. It also doesn't have tat scream of a high R.P.M. Sportbike, instead it kind of purrs. It's an old straight 4.
On the way to the hospital we were cruising along enjoying ourselves when we were passed by another cruiser. I saw and heard him coming up behind us and watched as he went by us like we were sitting still. He was a younf guy on a Harley wearing jeans and a T-Shirt. (Oh and sunglasses.) You could tell he has been riding for a while from the way he sat his bike. His straight pipes almost deafened us even through our helmets. Finally he was past us and pulling away when it happened. A nice shiny B.M.W. sedan pulled out without looking, right in front of the Harley.
I was expecting a crash when the guy on the Harley reacted with a swerve like I have never seen. He did what tey teach us in the safety courses and swerved around the car but he did it in such a way that it took my breath away.
The car was coming in from the left and the guy pushed left then right. He swerved to the left so hard his back tire smoked a bit before he swerved right again. He went around that B.M.W. with inches to spare before the guy in the car could even react. Of course when he reacted he locked up his brakes right in front of me which made me do a swerve to avoid him. (At least I had a second to warn my wife and hit the horn as I swerved around him. All I could see were eyes as I went past. I'm hoping he had to return home to change his drawers.)
The rest of the ride to work was relaxed and we parked the bike without turning a hair. We stowed our helmets in the cargo box and made our way up to the Employee Health Office where the PPD's were administered. Yes we were wearing our leathers, we don't have the room in the cargo box for them and the helmets. People looked at us funny but I just don't care what others think. The Employee Health Nurse looked at our leather then out the window before telling us how she was jealous, she wanted to be out riding with her husband but they were both working.
Our ride home was calm and relaxed. As we were coming up to the turn off to our place my wife leaned closer and asked if we had to go home just then. I just gave her a thumbs up and headed past our park. We put another 60 miles on the bike before we got back home.
Cat
