It's raining, the kids are at home so I can not ride anywhere. And I am bored. I was thinking about biker tales. My own ones and the ones I have heard. And I started to wonder how much "artistic freedom" the tale teller allows him/her self when recounting something worth the effort.
At times when you read something on here it stares you in the face. Other times you just get that feeling that naaaahhh, probably not exactley how it transpired. But I am also sure that some on here are actually telling the truth. Honestly!
A couple of months ago I was sitting at the kitchen table with someone I consider a good friend. We were, as per norm, talking bikes. He rides a Guzzi Sport. The tale went something like this:
"I was out riding with a friend and we were overtaken by a group of patched up guys (he told who they were but that is not important here) most with apehangers. As these guys normally know how to ride and very seldom get stopped we decided to hang on. They were going really fast with their Harleys but we were able to hang on. As we came out to an opening I noticed that the wind really grabbed them and made their bikes zig-zag all over the road. So I waved to my mate to slow down from the 250k/h we were doing as I knew it would be tricky for him on his lighter bike" (forget what he was supposedly riding, but it was a jap sports bike).
Now, when he was telling this tale he knew that I knew that he was stretching the truth a fraction. But we did not allow that to affect anything. It is something that is quite the norm actually I have noticed when listening to stories. At times it might be a story of something where I was part of it and I can clearly notice what is not 100% as it went down. But again, nobody really cares.
How important is this for you when it is nothing but a story to entertain (and not a factual recollection as a result of an accident etc)?
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