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i just love how the "smug prick" part mysteriously disappeared, oh how i love forum banter, plus im a little scared looking at your avitar
stop it youl make me blush
A fucking Harley rider waved at me the other day ... I saw the Harley Diddleson coming and thought "naa .. he won't wave ..." and fuck me he did ...he came alongside and waved ... so unexpected and way too late for me to wave back ...
I hate it when the fuckers do that to you ...
"So if you meet me, have some sympathy, have some courtesy, have some taste ..."
...mind you I'm new to this hemisphere.
I'm facing this apparently monumental and hugely divisive issue as the new guy in the room. I'm from Scotland, where we tend to follow the Euro manner of biker to biker comms - namely (although in no order and I write in reference to, and from the standpoint of, someone who doesn't own cowboy boots or fingerless gloves nor a German helmet fnarr-fnarr, regards fringey leather as the gayest kind and observes a strict 'don't look at em, don't fucking look at em' policy re scooters, just in case they make you gay too), AHEM, here we go: a tilt of the lid, a nod, two fingers off the bars on the side closest to passing opposite traffic, maybe a waggle of the boot if overtaking another bike at speed and simultaneously being occupied, natch', with speed/time/distance/slide/scrape calculations and throttle control, a hearty wave if the weather's shite just cos we're bikers and we don't fucking care, a barely perceptible chin-lift to Hardly Movinsons and their softy Jap-clone girly copies and perhaps a narrowing of the eyes, a la Clint Eastwood, in the direction of bike-mounted bacon.
Thing is, no-matter what complexion, orientation, scale or sexuality, all bikers in Euroland pretty much pass some sort of comms with any bike which passes, out on the open road. And I mean everyone. The Bloody English, ze Germans, Eyties, Les Frenchies the lot. There really is an unspoken bond of banditry amongst us whatever-percenters, the organ-donors, the accidents-waiting-to-happen.You're even likely to get the occasional twitch from red-eyed commuter types around the M25, they're mostly fucking mental anyway, I've seen Fireblades with the fairings removed, and dirty ratty R1s commuting into London at three times the speed limit, daily.
I kinda wonder why it doesn't happen here. I'm in AKL, no surprises, and it takes most of my concentration to stop from being crushed to jam in an asian confusion on the motorway every day - and most car commuters here are to all intents and purposes, swivel-eyed barking psychopathic narcissists anyway, so we're busy, fine. But what about the rest of the time?
Stick meet wasps nest.
Yours etc
Phil.T.Tipp Esq.
I may look calm, but in my head, I've killed you three times already.
When life throws you a curve ... Lean into it ...
Hoots mon!
Welcome aboard, surprised you can manage to wave on motard as the front would always be in the air no?![]()
"Sorry Officer, umm.... my yellow power band got stuck wide open"
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