VaughnCat
RT-S PE#783
A few weeks ago, we discovered another Spyderlover with a RT just like ours living not far away. :2excited: With the weather forecast threatening that the rain is on it's way, we've been getting in as much ryding as we can.
Last weekend, we rode to a Bigfoot get together a couple hours a way and had a fun time getting to know our new friends.
This past Saturday, we rode the backroads through Bigfoot country down in Happy Camp, Calif, and through Ft Jones, Etna, Callahan and back home via I-5. Sunday, again we traveled through some of the most beautiful backroads, enjoying the breathtaking colors of Autumn.
As we were on our last leg of the ryde, half an hour from home, on a long straight stretch coming back through Sams Valley, a Harley rider traveling our direction decided to pass us and play chicken with an on-coming SUV. He split the lane going so fast none of us saw him coming until he :yikes::cus: :cus::yikes: :cus: :cus::yikes: :cus: :cus:
Less than a block later, he turn left heading to the bikers bar. :cus: :cus: :cus: :cus: :cus:
And yes, I did flip him off when we went past . . .
pps:
Last night I woke up thinking about that :b2b: biker, wondering what could be so :cus: :cus: :cus: important that he'd put everybody's lives on the line? He had just risked his life, my life, my husband's life, our fellow Spyderlovers on the Spyder behind us, the occupants of the SUV and everyone else traveling on that stretch of road at the time.:gaah:
Is his life so sucky that he doesn't even care or give it a thought? or is it all about ego? all about the thrill?
And I know, it's not just Harley riders . . . the name on the machine really doesn't matter.
To quote my hubby "motorcycles weed out the idiots"
It's true enough. . . unfortunately, too often, they take others when them when they go up in flames.
:chill::bdh:
Okay, I'll step away from the soapbox .... for now.
Cat :banghead:
Last weekend, we rode to a Bigfoot get together a couple hours a way and had a fun time getting to know our new friends.
This past Saturday, we rode the backroads through Bigfoot country down in Happy Camp, Calif, and through Ft Jones, Etna, Callahan and back home via I-5. Sunday, again we traveled through some of the most beautiful backroads, enjoying the breathtaking colors of Autumn.
As we were on our last leg of the ryde, half an hour from home, on a long straight stretch coming back through Sams Valley, a Harley rider traveling our direction decided to pass us and play chicken with an on-coming SUV. He split the lane going so fast none of us saw him coming until he :yikes::cus: :cus::yikes: :cus: :cus::yikes: :cus: :cus:
Less than a block later, he turn left heading to the bikers bar. :cus: :cus: :cus: :cus: :cus:
And yes, I did flip him off when we went past . . .

Last night I woke up thinking about that :b2b: biker, wondering what could be so :cus: :cus: :cus: important that he'd put everybody's lives on the line? He had just risked his life, my life, my husband's life, our fellow Spyderlovers on the Spyder behind us, the occupants of the SUV and everyone else traveling on that stretch of road at the time.:gaah:
Is his life so sucky that he doesn't even care or give it a thought? or is it all about ego? all about the thrill?
And I know, it's not just Harley riders . . . the name on the machine really doesn't matter.
To quote my hubby "motorcycles weed out the idiots"
It's true enough. . . unfortunately, too often, they take others when them when they go up in flames.
:chill::bdh:
Okay, I'll step away from the soapbox .... for now.
Cat :banghead: