The wave

**Blatman** · 14th January 2009, 21:44

I love motorcycles, and I love riding. Like many of you what first drew me to bikes was not just the experience of riding, but the feeling that I'd become part of a special community - a brotherhood, really. Nothing calms me more than a long ride down SH16, waving to the members of my beloved clan. Except when I pass Harley guys. I dislike Harley guys. Hate, hate, dislike. When they pass me on the highway, you know what I do? I don't wave. With their little tassel handlebars and the studded luggage and the half helmets - God, they drive me crazy.

You know who else I hate? BMW guys. Oh, do I dislike those guys. I don't wave at them either. They think they're so great, sitting all upright, with their 180 degree German engines. God, I dislike them. They're almost as bad as those old bastards on their touring motorcycles. You know what I call those bikes? "Two wheeled couches!" Get it? Because they're so big. They drive around like they have got all day. Appreciate the scenery somewhere else, Grandpa, and while your at it, I'm not waving to you.

Ducati guys - I don't wave at them either. Why they don't spend a little more money on their bikes? "You can have it in any colour as long as it is red." Aren't you cool! Like they even know what a Desmo-whatever engine is, anyway. Try finding the battery, you Italian-wannabe racers! I never, ever wave at those guys.

Suzuki guys aren't much better, which is why I never wave at them, either. They always have those stupid helmets sitting on the top of their stupid heads, and God forbid they should ever wear any safety gear. They make me so mad. Sometimes they'll speed by and look over at me and you know what I do? I don't wave I just keep going. Please, don't get me started on Kawasaki guys. Ninjas? What are you, twelve years old? Team Green my ass. I never wave at Kawasaki guys.

I ride a Yamaha, and I'll only wave at Yamaha guys, but even then, I'll never wave at a guy in full leathers. Never, never, never. Yeah like you're going to get your knee down on the southern motorway. Nice crotch, by the way. Guys in full leathers will never get a wave from me, and by the way, neither will the guys in two piece leathers. And I'll tell you who else I'm not waving at - those guys with the helmets with loud paint jobs. Two kilos of paint on a one kilo helmet - like I'm going to wave back at that! I'll also never wave at someone with a mirrored visor. Or helmet stickers. Or racing gloves. Or hiking boots.

To me, motorcycling is like a family, a close knit brotherhood of people who ride Yamahas, wear jeans and a leather jacket (not Vanson) with regular gloves and a solid colour helmet with a clear visor, no stickers, no racing gloves and regular boots (not Timberlands). And isn't that what really makes riding so special?

**Ixion** · 14th January 2009, 21:46

Well, you're off to a good start.

**wbks** · 14th January 2009, 21:47

I hope this is a joke/piss take...

**slimyxylofone** · 14th January 2009, 21:47

haha! Excellent! Humour at its best

**karla** · 14th January 2009, 21:49

Betcha you wave at girls on any kind of bike

**James Deuce** · 14th January 2009, 21:50

Oh Dear.

I'll get the flint. Time for a ritual burning.

**EJK** · 14th January 2009, 21:50

This gotta be a joke!

**Ixion** · 14th January 2009, 21:51

I got kerosene. And the Honda Riders' Club can supply the faggots.

**jtzzr** · 14th January 2009, 21:51

I`m thinking troll

**martybabe** · 14th January 2009, 21:52

http://www.kiwibiker.co.nz/forums/sh...7&postcount=89

This is already on KB, somewhere deep in the bowels, or re-post if you will, worth a read though.It's been around plenty long time.

**jtzzr** · 14th January 2009, 21:53

Originally Posted by Blatman

I love motorcycles, and I love riding. Like many of you what first drew me to bikes was not just the experience of riding, but the feeling that I'd become part of a special community - a brotherhood, really. Nothing calms me more than a long ride down SH16, waving to the members of my beloved clan. Except when I pass Harley guys. I dislike Harley guys. Hate, hate, dislike. When they pass me on the highway, you know what I do? I don't wave. With their little tassel handlebars and the studded luggage and the half helmets - God, they drive me crazy.

You know who else I hate? BMW guys. Oh, do I dislike those guys. I don't wave at them either. They think they're so great, sitting all upright, with their 180 degree German engines. God, I dislike them. They're almost as bad as those old bastards on their touring motorcycles. You know what I call those bikes? "Two wheeled couches!" Get it? Because they're so big. They drive around like they have got all day. Appreciate the scenery somewhere else, Grandpa, and while your at it, I'm not waving to you.

Ducati guys - I don't wave at them either. Why they don't spend a little more money on their bikes? "You can have it in any colour as long as it is red." Aren't you cool! Like they even know what a Desmo-whatever engine is, anyway. Try finding the battery, you Italian-wannabe racers! I never, ever wave at those guys.

Suzuki guys aren't much better, which is why I never wave at them, either. They always have those stupid helmets sitting on the top of their stupid heads, and God forbid they should ever wear any safety gear. They make me so mad. Sometimes they'll speed by and look over at me and you know what I do? I don't wave I just keep going. Please, don't get me started on Kawasaki guys. Ninjas? What are you, twelve years old? Team Green my ass. I never wave at Kawasaki guys.

I ride a Yamaha, and I'll only wave at Yamaha guys, but even then, I'll never wave at a guy in full leathers. Never, never, never. Yeah like you're going to get your knee down on the southern motorway. Nice crotch, by the way. Guys in full leathers will never get a wave from me, and by the way, neither will the guys in two piece leathers. And I'll tell you who else I'm not waving at - those guys with the helmets with loud paint jobs. Two kilos of paint on a one kilo helmet - like I'm going to wave back at that! I'll also never wave at someone with a mirrored visor. Or helmet stickers. Or racing gloves. Or hiking boots.

To me, motorcycling is like a family, a close knit brotherhood of people who ride Yamahas, wear jeans and a leather jacket (not Vanson) with regular gloves and a solid colour helmet with a clear visor, no stickers, no racing gloves and regular boots (not Timberlands). And isn't that what really makes riding so special?

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