Have to share this with you. A while back I was out in my very cool stock 1990 Jeep Comanche long bed being annoying to the A-PUDs (A**HOLE-Pick Up Driver) in the Texas Hill Country.
Had one so mad he was trying to pass me on the shoulder since the center stripes were double. Then I saw the bikes up ahead. I pulled over and let him by, then cruised along checking out the bikes.
Lots of DF's, naturally. Then, wow, there's a 'bent up there. Caught up to the bunch with the 'bent in the tail end about the top of a hill. Now, this is rolling country, steep up and downs in places, mainly rollin', rollin', rollin'. The kind of place bikers, road bikers anyway, love.
As they started downhill the 'bent rider glanced back at me, got the wave, then pulled into the passing position. And smoked them all before getting to the next climb. Then held the position up the hill, and roared along to the back of the next bunch.
Fascinating.
I just rolled along, watching this performance repeated a couple more times. That guy on the bent seemed to hold the same cadence throughout the climbs and descents, a real class performance. I was already thinking it was time to get into this 'bent thing seriously. Have not been on a bike for years, and the visual stimulation was great.
Finally, having caught up to another group, the 'bent rider seemed to finally find a bunch who could maintain a pace he could live with. By this time there were several A-PUD's behind me, obviously impatient, frothing at the mouth tobacco chomping white knuckled A-PUDS so I pulled on ahead and glanced aside to salute the bent rider and yell out, "BENTS RULE!".
To my considerable surprise, and I am sure to the immense damage of any number of the male egos behind, He was a She! Nice smile too.
Hull 697
Had one so mad he was trying to pass me on the shoulder since the center stripes were double. Then I saw the bikes up ahead. I pulled over and let him by, then cruised along checking out the bikes.
Lots of DF's, naturally. Then, wow, there's a 'bent up there. Caught up to the bunch with the 'bent in the tail end about the top of a hill. Now, this is rolling country, steep up and downs in places, mainly rollin', rollin', rollin'. The kind of place bikers, road bikers anyway, love.
As they started downhill the 'bent rider glanced back at me, got the wave, then pulled into the passing position. And smoked them all before getting to the next climb. Then held the position up the hill, and roared along to the back of the next bunch.
Fascinating.
I just rolled along, watching this performance repeated a couple more times. That guy on the bent seemed to hold the same cadence throughout the climbs and descents, a real class performance. I was already thinking it was time to get into this 'bent thing seriously. Have not been on a bike for years, and the visual stimulation was great.
Finally, having caught up to another group, the 'bent rider seemed to finally find a bunch who could maintain a pace he could live with. By this time there were several A-PUD's behind me, obviously impatient, frothing at the mouth tobacco chomping white knuckled A-PUDS so I pulled on ahead and glanced aside to salute the bent rider and yell out, "BENTS RULE!".
To my considerable surprise, and I am sure to the immense damage of any number of the male egos behind, He was a She! Nice smile too.
Hull 697