Ever used being a biker to solve something/gain an advantage?

[EatOrBeEaten]

Get a proper towball instead of just using bungie cords.

*takes notes*

[gijoe1313]

I've found that in my role as an educator, the motorcycle I am known to ride generates interest and more attention from at risk lads in the school. It gives me an in and a point of interest which develops the relationship as a significant adult in their lives.

Often they will approach and strike up a conversation ... "cool bike sir, my dad rides" or "I had a go on a dirtbike..." that sort of thing. Pays big dividends when it comes to the more volatile situations and they know its "Mr.Joe" is there.

You should see the smiles on their faces when I let them get on the bike. Their smiles crack into huge grins when I tell them they can start the bike and give it a few quick blips...

I've used my ride to help give immediate connections with film studies ... "The World's Fastest Indian". Whole class goes out and sits on my ride and they get to do all that as well...

So yeah, I do use being a biker to solve something/gain an advantage! I freely educate my classes on the joys and dangers of choosing two wheels as a form of locomotion, I discuss it and I get no end of questions about it (clever students trying to distract the teacher ) ...

I do so love being a biker!

[Tank]

You use your identity as a motorcyclist to achieve all that?

fuck yeah! well, that and my good looks, wit and natural charm.

[Hitcher]

Fuck yeah. That's going to make motorcyclists look like people who should be taken seriously.

Taken seriously by whom?

[MsKABC]

Got down the wrong memory lane (thats the problem when you get older, you get confused and all the memory lanes look the same...)

What I was gonna tell you was:

When my oldest was 7 and started a new primary school, he got hassled by the kids. It got to a stage where he would fake sickness in the morning so he would not have to go there.

I went to see his teacher and had talks. But nothing changed. So I decided to fix it my self.

I had a old black HD shovelhead and a morning I took her out of the garage, put my gear on, gave my son a helmet and told him to jump on, I was gonna take him to school. I had on purpose left it a fraction late so that his class would already have started.

We arrived to an empty school yard as everyone was in their class rooms. My shovel had straight pipes, so there was not a window that did not have kids pressed up against it. I rode up to his classroom, parked the bike outside the windows and left the motor running. He got off and gave me the helmet. I grabbed it, hung it from the side of the seat, gave him a high five and loudly said: "I pick you up after shool and we go for a ride".

He smiled and said: "Yeah dad".

I picked him up after school, we had a short ride, and when home I asked him how his day had been. He told me that nobody had hassled him and everyone wanted to be his mates.

Never again while at that school did he have any problems with the other kids.

Bugger, just blinged you for the wrong post - it was this one I especially liked, although the gf one was kinda cool too

[MaxB]

Mr K might want to consider why a boss might write a poor reference. I have had female intervewees with poor references because:

1. She wouldn't put out or put up with hands up her skirt when he had the midlife crisis. Nowdays he would be in jail.

2. Another Boss found out his star performer wanted out to a rival and so set out to get revenge.

3. A girl doing her seniors $75k a year job with no training. She was on $28k and the boss was slagging her off for not being good enough.

I usually phone at least 2 referees and then contact someone in their firm to give me some background on the referee. You soon get to sniff out the bogus references good or bad.

And the connection with bikes? I rang one guy for a reference who said 'This chick rides a Harley and so I thought she would start stealing form me' 'Did she ever actually take anything?' 'No, but she might given a chance' Ugh

The 'Harley' turned out to be a CM250 Rebel. She got the job.

[MsKABC]

I've found that in my role as an educator, the motorcycle I am known to ride generates interest and more attention from at risk lads in the school. It gives me an in and a point of interest which develops the relationship as a significant adult in their lives.

Often they will approach and strike up a conversation ... "cool bike sir, my dad rides" or "I had a go on a dirtbike..." that sort of thing. Pays big dividends when it comes to the more volatile situations and they know its "Mr.Joe" is there.

You should see the smiles on their faces when I let them get on the bike. Their smiles crack into huge grins when I tell them they can start the bike and give it a few quick blips...

I've used my ride to help give immediate connections with film studies ... "The World's Fastest Indian". Whole class goes out and sits on my ride and they get to do all that as well...

So yeah, I do use being a biker to solve something/gain an advantage! I freely educate my classes on the joys and dangers of choosing two wheels as a form of locomotion, I discuss it and I get no end of questions about it (clever students trying to distract the teacher ) ...

I do so love being a biker!

Similar experiences as Mr GIJoe, although I won't be able to express them nearly so eloquently!

When I was a (high school science) teacher, riding my bike to school got me street cred & helped build rapport.

I also used it as a context to teach physics units - energy transformations and friction in particular. I took one class outside and we gathered around my ageing & untidy (yet surprisingly throaty sounding, due to the after-market pipes) gpz250, and revved it repeatedly and loudly....right underneath the Principal's window. He quickly stuck his head out the window and asked us to shurrup - probably interrupted him reading his playboy!

[Conquiztador]

gijoe1313's post reminded me that when I in my mid 20's worked in a drug rehab/detox I did use my 750 Bonnie in a similar fashion.

Turning up in my leathers gave me a different "status" to the others working there who walked around with loose track pants, jesus sandals and cotton shirts.

At times I even took some of the "clients" on a ride to get their focus on to something else/new. For them to know that I did move in places where drugs were common, but did not allow it to destroy my world gave them some hope I think. To be able to show them that the only option for salvation was not coming from a world where sitting around the campfire singing Kumbaya, but there was other choices, like finding a freedom in riding bikes, perhaps helped? Not sure. In any case, it was who I was and it seemed to stike a chord with many of them.

[FJRider]

So do you think her new boss was impressed longterm with her reference?

Who cares... she's got it in writing...

[FJRider]

Good idea. Start your own thread trying to recruit. Why not try the scooter threads?

PD might be more appropriate...

[FJRider]

I'm guna have to go with picking up chicks too.

not on a suzuki...

[SARGE]

Only in traffic. ..i rarely sit in a que

the big intimidating shit comes without the bike naturally

[FJRider]

fuck yeah! well, that and my good looks, wit and natural charm.

and modesty...



jurys still out on the rest.



perhaps a POLL to confirm... good luck...

[FJRider]

Taken seriously by whom?

I didn't know we were supposed to be taken seriously.... I never am...


Taken seriously means attracting attention... do we really want that... ???

[FJRider]

Similar experiences as Mr GIJoe, although I won't be able to express them nearly so eloquently!

When I was a (high school science) teacher, riding my bike to school got me street cred & helped build rapport.

I also used it as a context to teach physics units - energy transformations and friction in particular. I took one class outside and we gathered around my ageing & untidy (yet surprisingly throaty sounding, due to the after-market pipes) gpz250, and revved it repeatedly and loudly....right underneath the Principal's window. He quickly stuck his head out the window and asked us to shurrup - probably interrupted him reading his playboy!

If it was a Harley... he would've locked the doors, and windows...