When I was about 16-17, I rode my RD-350LC to the bank and parked it out front while waiting in line. A short time later some middle-aged lady comes in asks the room, "Does some one here own that motorcycle outside?"
I know this ain't good, but I'm standing there dressed in black leather head to toe, holding a Simpson Bandit helmet, and everyone else looked ... like they were 98 yrs old
, so I asked "Why?"
"Because I just knocked it over......"
So I run outside and pick up my poor bike, and she followed me out. I asked her if she tried to pick it up, but she said no... she was scared of it.
I asked her if she was so scared of it, why did she try to park in the exact same space I had already parked the bike in....(I'm working myself up for one holyhell of an asschewing on this stupid ladydog
)...... when there was at least 2 empty spaces on both sides of where I parked.
She didn't have an answer to that, and she had this lost, scared, teary look on face... and I just couldn't lay into her and rip her a new one....
So I decide to just drop it, live with the dents, replace the bars and grips and head back into the bank, and as I'm walking past her back to the bank, she says (to me, to herself, I'm not sure, but she said it quietly just as I was closest to her)......
.....waaaiiiit for it....
"I guess the third time I opened my door, I pushed too hard." .... third?....
third??.....
THIRD!!!!
"YOU STUPID M*THERF*****, I AUGHTA.......!!!!!"
I am not particularly proud of everything I said next, but I am not sorry either. I bet that woman never opened her door on another bike, and I will bet my life she never tried to open it 3 times on the same one.
I almost prefer not knowing exactly which evolutionary dead-end wacked my bike while parked now.....
