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At work, I have some 'before & after' crash pix of my old RF900R on the wall in the customer service area. This guys walks in and sees the pix and immediately starts to tell me that "...that poor sap was on his front brakes...", then goes on to tell me that you just can't use the front brakes on these modern day 'missiles' that the 'Land of the Rising Sun' keeps shipping us. "...those Japs think we're all as light as they are over there...". So I decide to humor the guy with some pleasan conversation about bikes in general...
I went on to explain to him that it was wunna my old bikes on the wall. His first question was if those were pix of what happened to it after it got stolen. Ummmm, no. He was shocked to learn that it was me on the bike, and that I walked away from it (I found out weeks after the accident that I had 3 fractured ribs and a broken collarbone, which explained why my back & neck were hurting so damn much). When I told him about the gear that I wear, he went on to tell me how much he doesn't agree with wearing gear like that. Big surprise, huh?
To make a long story short, he also went on to explain to me that he once had a "...Ninja GSXR 900, or 1000, or 1100..." complete with "...powder coated headers and straight pipes...". He also went on to tell me how incredibly fast and loud it was and that he raced it "...at Laconia...".
Loudon?
No, Laconia...
Where in Laconia?
At the race track...
At NHIS?
No, at Bryer Motorsports...
Yeah, that's what it used to be called...
No. Bryer's has been there for years...
Yeah, until it got bought and thoroughly upgraded...
Noooo....
And it went on and on and on. It's still cracking me up!