The other night, Mrs, BAM and I took the Harley out for a well deserved "date night". We went down to a local Irish Pub just to kick back and relax. A habit of mine is taking in the surroundings and observing folks as they do whatever it is they do. Call it a bad habit or whatever you like, but, I do find a lot of humor in what I take in.
This particular Irish Pub consisted of a nice restaurant and bar area. Outside there were several motorcycles of all types along with a slew of cars. The evening temps probably were in the low 70's. Perfect night to be out on the Harley. As we are sitting there reviewing the menu, I couldn't help but notice a younger "ladd", suited up in his unmistakable biker gear. Now don't get me wrong. I am all for gearing up and safety. HOWEVER - this was not your normal biker bar where you should expect to see such an outfit.
Let me explain the details of his "gear". Gently used bandanna, T-Shirt (no specific mention of Harley Davidson), newer jeans, newer boots and bright shiny black fresh out of the box chaps! Not your normal chaps of thick leather.. OH NO.. These were something that you would see exotic dancers wear... YES - THAT TYPE OF SHINY.... Could he SCREAM any louder that "HEY I"M A BIKER!!!"
The sad part - when we left, there was only one other bike in the parking lot, a Suzuki crotch rocket....
Rubber Side Down!
BAM
Thursday, January 22, 2009
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3 comments:
A Suzuki crotch rocket isn't sad at all Bam. I'm not sure about you, but I'm really happy it wasn't a Harley with him dressed like that!
It screams "gay" to me.
This winter when I finally got my "cheek chillers" my oldest son said to be sure and take them and scuff them all up before riding with them so as not to look like the "Sunday Posers" riding around. LOL, I didn't take his advice knowing that riding with them everyday they would soon develope there own natural patina.
Ride on,
Torch