who doesn't love motorcycles??? I do...
I have two fun little biker anecdotes if folks are interested. Uh, not the racing bikers...the other kind.
So, I was hitchhiking around the US in 1980. I had done some hiking in the Badlands and then in the Black Hills. It was right around the time of the Sturgis biker rally.
So I pop into town to do my laundry. It was a large bunch of nice housewives and the hippie from the road. Which, of course, was weird. And then a biker...and I mean, a full blown biker wearing a cut...he comes in to do his laundry. And the biker is super, super, super embarrassed to be there. He just has no clue what to do with himself there. And I watched as he very very gently, excused himself around the nice gals...and did his laundry and cowered in a corner. It was like watching a lion tip toe around his cage or something??? Anyway, I found it enormously amusing.
Later that trip, I was just north of the Golden Gate Bridge. I was in a kind of rest stop off the highway. Being the weirdo I am, I am eating a grapefruit, like an orange, just holding the whole thing in my hand and chomping away at it.
This big crowd of actual Hell's Angels, drives into the rest area...maybe 20 guys. One guy takes one look at me...sees this weirdo and yells out..."HEY! Nice grapefruit!"
Now, I know I am about 10 seconds from getting jumped and beaten to a pulp.
Luckily, my comedy genie kicked in. I knew I had another grapefruit in my pack.
I pulled it out, went into a football quarterback's stance...and yelled out, "Blue - 22, Red - 33...hut, hut, hut..." And I drew back like a football quarterback and launched that grapefruit in the air...to the biker. He was good length away. I always had a decent arm. And he caught it, like a football. Immediately the two of us were kids again. And he just thought that was the funniest thing. He looked at me, gave me a thumbs up and just let me go.
