Damn Cagers!

**Wolf** · 16th June 2005, 16:37

Originally Posted by Fart

When did all this happen? Feint and I were at Mt Eden Cycles today, but didnt see you. We were there around 2pm. We would have stopped to help out if we saw you. Good to see taht someone did stop to help. Good on ya mate.

If you'd've seen him from Mt Eden Cycles I'd have given you serious green blingy things - I couldn't see him and I'm in the same town as him, much less be able to see him from Auckland...

**Ixion** · 16th June 2005, 16:43

Originally Posted by Wolf

If you'd've seen him from Mt Eden Cycles I'd have given you serious green blingy things - I couldn't see him and I'm in the same town as him, much less be able to see him from Auckland...

Twas Ms Crashe that was trying to get to Mt Eden. Long ago. Twas Mr Liastz that was trying to get somewhere taht was not Mt Eden, today. In hamilton thingy place thing.

**Lias** · 16th June 2005, 16:46

So...uh....how many times you have stopped to help cagers?

Yes I do stop and help cagers too, and yes there are good cagers out there, but I think the vast majority of people in cars have "issues" with bikers and wont stop to help them, and that pisses me off.

It reminds me a bit of the whole "The only difference between tattooed people and non-tattooed people, is that tattooed people dont judge non-tattooed people".

**Sutage** · 16th June 2005, 17:02

As someone else said, if you saw a cage pulled over would you on a bike pulll over and help? I dont think so, I doubt i would, but if i saw a bike id help, people stick to their own groups, safety in numbers etc

**James Deuce** · 16th June 2005, 17:09

Originally Posted by LiasTZ

It reminds me a bit of the whole "The only difference between tattooed people and non-tattooed people, is that tattooed people dont judge non-tattooed people".

Bollocks - "Cool" people are the most judgemental you can find.

**Sutage** · 16th June 2005, 17:15

I have a tattoo and i judge all you pussies!

Nah, i dont judge i couldnt give a shit but yea thats a good quote man i like that

NC · 16th June 2005, 17:19

It's better when your pushing your bike on the motorway in Auckland and 3 cop cars go past...

They don't give a shit

**Marmoot** · 16th June 2005, 17:24

Originally Posted by LiasTZ

"The only difference between tattooed people and non-tattooed people, is that tattooed people dont judge non-tattooed people".

Judging people that they are judgemental makes one a judgemental person as well.
If I may borrow Zed's book, I'd say "let the one without sin cast the first stone".

As jim2 has said, "It's not the fact that they are car drivers that stops them from helping"

Humans are humans, no matter what. Bad cagers, good cagers, good bikers, bad bikers.

**Virago** · 16th June 2005, 17:26

Originally Posted by LiasTZ

........Ignorant prats in cagers need beatings...

Ah, another well balanced biker - he's got a chip on both shoulders.

I've clocked up many thousand of K's on bikes, but well over half a million K's in cages. It's a shame I have to spent most of my road time as the object of hate and intolerance.

**crashe** · 16th June 2005, 17:40

Fart - I was talking bout what happened to me last year I think it was.

Helping bikers - I have stopped when I see a biker with his bike not going... to see if they need any help. So far they have all said its ok... as they are waiting on someone to pick them up. One dude was on the nor-western motorway.

**DingDong** · 16th June 2005, 18:06

Originally Posted by LiasTZ

Steams me up that all these cars passed him and wouldnt stop and help because he was on a bike. Ignorant prats in cagers need beatings.

/rant

Thats a harsh statement man... people have places to go and appointments to keep and they just cant be F^ked stopping for the helpless dumb-arse whos broken down.

Bikers stop for bikers because we know what it's like, if you cant fix it... the AA mans got no show and your stuffed...

you got to push cause it dont lock.

I only stop for bikers and I dont care if no one stops for me... I'm a big boy now

and can look after myself.

**SuperDave** · 16th June 2005, 18:19

Originally Posted by LiasTZ

Steams me up that all these cars passed him and wouldnt stop and help because he was on a bike. We all know that if he'd been some hot young blondie trying to push a cage they'd have been stopping left right and center.

/rant

I bet if it was some hot young blondie pushing her bike they would have stopped.

**Oscar** · 17th June 2005, 09:35

I have never understood this term "cagers".
Not content that non-motorcyclists marginalise us, we gotta marginalise ourselves by creating a mythical enemy?
Whats that all about?

Is there anyone here who doesn't drive a car?
I drive a car every day, does that make me the enemy?
I haven't noticed that I become any grumpier or aggressive than usual when driving. Fact is: dickheads are dickheads and I've probably meet as many on two wheels as four.

My motorcycles are my sport, or my hobby, not my feckin' lifestyle. If you need a motorcycle to define who you are, that's very sad...

**Wolf** · 17th June 2005, 09:40

A little story on judging:

My father's mother ("Nana" - mum's mum was "Grandma") was going on at my brother about all the "hairies" he had as mates and how they were filth. For the sake of a balanced perspective, both my brother and I had hair down to the bottom of our shoulder blades, usually tied into a pony tail, shaving was sporadic - goatee beards and moustaches, usually surrounded by stubble. My brother was also reasonably extensively tattooed - the term "hairy" could have been applied to us as well.

Mum said "But it's the hairies who help you out. If you're stranded on the side of the road, it's not the guy in a suit driving a flash Merc that stops to help out, it's usually a scruffy-looking hairy in a beat-up old dunger."

Nana went on a rant about always having had good cars in good condition (must have been magical never-run-out-of-petrol cars, too) and never had to rely on hairies to help out. Finished with "I'd never get myself into a position where I had to accept help from a hairy."

Later that day she complained that dad wouldn't drive to Morrinsville to pick up her prescription (Nana was living with dad outside Hamilton but her doctor was in Morrinsville).

Dad refused - too busy, not enough petrol etc, etc. Mum said, "Don't worry, I'll get it sorted for you."

We went home and mum got me to call a friend of mine in Morrinsville - long hair, scruffy clothes, unshaven... you know the sort - and organise with him to pick up the prescription.

He brought it out the next day and we went out to dad's place to deliver it. Dad was waiting at the door, grinning with malice (was pissed with Nana's harping) and we wandered up to Nana's room.

Leslie knocked politely on the door and said "I've brought your prescription", Nana invited him in and he took her drugs in to her. Spoke courteously and politely to her and handed over her prescription.

Of course, Nana was honour-bound to thank him nicely but all of us - Leslie, dad and I - could see she was damn-near choking on her words. It was beautiful.

It was a moment as wonderful as the day she got outclassed by someone she classified as a "filthy nigger" - but that's another story.