I was out riding this afternoon, up hill stretch from my place up into the hills, A great piece of road, in fact near perfect piece of road, about 10k’s short but great fun.
I hit the roundabout at the very base of the climb, and was followed by I must say a trick looking speed triple streetfighter. Which was cool by me, I love streetfighters. But about quarter of the way up a crotch rocket came up at great speed. The triumph rider did the right thing and stuck out the right boot to signal the boy racer to pass, as he thought as I that we where holding him up. Then he was the meat in the sandwich, and right up my clacker. So out of the very next corner I moved right over to the left, (Remembering we ride on the wrong side of the road), and signaling him to go on by. Well what a mistake that was, this fellow could ride as long as he followed, because from the moment he passed me, he got every entry and every exit wrong. Dangerously wrong.
So bad when we reached the top and a T intersection, the speed triple rider, shaking like a crazy man, got of his bike and gave this crotch rocket rider a good old dressing down.
For the rest of the ride, I pondered, what do we do about this type of squid rider.
Not a squid, in the normal term, with out the proper riding gear. For this bloke had it all.
The $1,000.00 replica race helmet, the $2,000.00 plus Dyingainteasy racing leather suit with all the sponsor stuff. The $500.00 race boots and $250.00 race gloves. Man he had it all. The every latest Honda CBR1000RR fireblade. Yet the total inability to ride it.
Do we have a graded license system? Like 40 hp, then 80 hp, 120hp, then an open license.
Do we have prove our ability to ride bigger bikes, and how the F*#* do we do it.?
Or do we just let Darwin theory, do its thing. And pray like hell he doesn’t take some one we know, out.
Or do we do as Mr. really pissed of speed triple rider does and give the idiot a verbal spraying?
BTW Mr really pissed off speed triple rider and I, spent the next hour or so playing on some really nice roads, yes we pushed along, and yes it was damned good old fashioned heads down bumbs up fun. But we didn't go tripping each other up on every entry and exit to a corner.
End Rant and stepping down from the efen