Today's Photo - Surfboards and Motorcycles and..?

I take it there's some surfing beach near here. All I can say is...that's one way to keep the motorcycles from zooming between the cars.







[Edited on 1-9-2015 by Pompano]

Quote: Originally posted by rdrrm8e

Pompano I was in line at San Ysidro one long Sunday afternoon a couple of years ago with my wife in my pickup. There was a huge Mongols Harley club ride to Ensenada. We had seen them all weekend. What they would do while going North at the border was have a guy cut his front wheel in front of a cars front tire and stop a car so 40 of his buddies could get by between cars. This happened a few times to me and others and I had it. The next guy who crept up on the right side of the truck tried this and I rolled fwd thinking I would nudge him off. Weeeeelllllllll As I rolled fwd, before I touched his bike, he looked at me and started screaming and pounding his fist on my truck. My wife tried to disappear in the seat..... and after a few choice words directed at him I decided I was going to get out of the truck with an 18" spanner and rearrange his furniture. When I came around the front of my truck he pointed at his right foot while screaming. I looked down at his left foot .......firmly planted under my right tire. Priceless!!!!!!! I got back in and rolled fwd and he sped off.

I had a friend, an Attorney, with the exact same measurements as you--------he took NO static from ANYBODY, and I saw him in action several times----------once we were in line for the Ferry between Coronado and San Diego and a guy cut in front of him to get in the active line-------my friend just kept driving right into the side of the offending vehicle (crunch). The other driver got out of his car furious---- my friend got out too----- the other guy took one look and got back in his car and that was the end of that. Size and bearing matters!!!

Barry

yeah you don't wanna mess with those biker types!

Har-rump! Cut me off, dude...and bad things will happen. Just saying...

Quote: Originally posted by Barry A.

I had a friend, an Attorney, with the exact same measurements as you--------he took NO static from ANYBODY, and I saw him in action several times----------once we were in line for the Ferry between Coronado and San Diego and a guy cut in front of him to get in the active line-------my friend just kept driving right into the side of the offending vehicle (crunch). The other driver got out of his car furious---- my friend got out too----- the other guy took one look and got back in his car and that was the end of that. Size and bearing matters!!! Barry

My best friend was 5ft 8 and 145 lbs. he could start more shi***** than I could finish I an 6ft. 245lbs.

Quote: Originally posted by rdrrm8e

Pompano When I came around the front of my truck he pointed at his right foot while screaming. I looked down at his left foot .......firmly planted under my right tire. Priceless!!!!!!! I got back in and rolled fwd and he sped off.

Here's a nice motorcycle story for you.

A little while back..oh, maybe 20 years or so...I was motorcycling out west from ND to Baja and met some fellow bikers in Newport while doing that beautiful Oregon coast ride. Come to think of it, we first met on Bay Boulevard, not too far from nomad Sharksbaja's great cafe in the tourist district. We all rode over to the Oregon Oyster Company to get some succulent Yaquina Bay oysters.

We visited from some time and shared stories about places we'd been on our cycles. They were all from Oregon..with their pretty wives and girllfriends..all having a great time on their Harleys. Called themselves The Bend "Harley Hogs" and were a very congenial group. During our talks I told them about what I thought would be a really great trip for them. The Baja Highway. And before parting company I gave them my Coyote Bay address.

Sure enough later that winter a half-dozen Harleys thunder into my driveway. Each Harley carried one guy/one gal. It was great to see them again. We partied at mi casa and did some fun rides around Mulege and Conception Bay in the next few days.


p.s. I did not start that forest fire behind me in Idaho.





First...all this group rode were Harley Davidson's. Harley riders are a brand-loyal group, as lots of nomads will know. My motorcycle at that time was a Kawasaki Vulcan. A nice dependable road machine, but .. NOT A HARLEY.

One afternoon, we had all rode down to Buenaventura..then it was George's Ole beach cafe... for some mushroom burgers. It was pretty warm that day and we all wore lighter, comfy riding gear.

I was especially impressed with the outfit that one very pretty gal was wearing. A skimpy, but beeeyoootiful bikini top and open riding chaps with just a thong. Like Skeet says, "A nekid woman on a motorcycle"...well, almost.

(Gotta tell you I rode caboose behind her most of the day and never saw such great scenery on that highway before.)

Anyway, we are now parked next to the beach cafe and we start yakking about our bikes.

I was trying to explain my choice of the Vulcan over a Harley, when the gorgeous top and bare-bottomed riding chaps beckons me over to the Harley she is sitting on. She scoots back a bit on the seat and tells me to take the front. I manage to do that facing away from her, grabbing the handlebars and straddle the Harley.

She leans forward and stretches around me to reach the ignition key...starts the Harley with a Vrrrooomm..rummble-rrrrrummble..you know, the great sound & vibration only a Harley can achieve.and she purrs...

"Now.. doesn't that feel better?"

I traded the Vulcan.

sure way to never have an accident in a car is to never get in one, I suppose we could go on and on......