Crotch Rocket People Are Insane!!

JasonRP said:

I just sold my '02 GSX-R 1000. It just wasn't getting ridden, and cell-phone focused drivers were scaring the crap out of me on an increasingly more frequent basis. I miss it sometimes. You know when you put your turn signal on, and some fool behind you speeds up to prevent you from getting over? There is NO car I've EVER come across that could prevent that motorcycle from merging. NONE. It was like owning my very own personal rocketship.

I went by a fenced yard once, with a barking dog in it. The dog startled me, charging at the bike (still inside his fence) and I saw this in my peripheral vision- it startled me and I flinched a bit, jerking the throttle. The motorcycle accelerated so hard it felt like I got hit with a baseball bat across the forearms. I somehow maintained control, and pulled over until my heart rate returned to normal. That bike was indeed a violent beast, and just think- it was OLD. The new bikes are much faster.

The dynamics and stereotypes even amongst fellow motorcyclists are hilarious (and more often true then not!) I used to shake my head in disgust at the 20'something kids, wheelie-ing crotch rockets on main roads, wearing a helmet, but also a tank top, shorts, and sneakers. They also fire through traffic, startling people as they lane-split at 3-times the speed. It doesn't paint motorcycle riders in a good light. Neither do the cruiser guys, who have somehow figured out how to have exhaust that seems louder than straight pipes would be?! They either are revving the piss out of them accelerating (yet when you look, they're still going slow!) OR, they've gotta blip their throttles every 2 seconds in traffic, but also have their stereos blasting something they're too old to be listening to, while smoking a cig with their little beanie helmet on. The BMW riders usually ride in an abnormally upright position, fully decked out in hi-viz motorcycle gear from head to toe. My new favorite development is the hipsters, on the new triumphs designed to look old..

To each their own.. I'm sure I made many a person laugh at me- pasty white mid-forties IT guy riding a crotch rocket. I always do this- I sell the bike, say "I'm done".. then fall in love with a new one. I'm hoping I'll be satisfied with delicious sounding mustang GT V8 goodness, and not look to scratch the itch for a while. (While I try to grow my hipster beard, and eye the new triumphs in the cycle shop window!)

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