Years ago, my wife's instructor Ray, that was her instructor for getting her motorcycle endorsement invited her to the GWRRA trike class. Ray was a very cool guy, fun, upbeat, and a true motorcyclist. He 100% understood, my wife had no intentions to have her own motorcycle, nor Captain our Spyder. She simply believed if needed, she could ride the Spyder.
So, on a hot South Florida August day, we rode over to the nearby location of the GWRRA trike class. Ours was the only Spyder there. The rest were Gold Wing trikes, various displacements, and brands of conversions.
Knowing the class would be done at slower speeds, I over inflated the Spyders front tires, allowing my wife an easier effort to steering the various cone courses.
Myself, I got to sit with other husbands, probably 6 or so, and overhear their comments. Typically, regarding the Spyder, all comments were negative.
While the woman rode the trikes, the first exercise was a very simple course and crawling slow. All the woman did very well. After that exercise, they took a short break. To the side, my wife commented how much effort was required to steer the Spyders two front wheels. I explained the increased air pressure, plus told her to ensure the machine was rolling when being turned and also explained as the speeds increased, the effort would be less.
Every lesson / course ridden thereafter, my wife on our Spyder our rode the other woman on their Gold Wing trikes. The number one reason, visibility. My wife could see those two front wheels, and never clipped or ran over an orange cone. The other woman, riding single front wheel, two rear wheel trikes, were killing cones constantly.
I watched, I heard the continued negativity towards the Spyder, but knew, the Spyders weakness, was simply the “Roadrunner” tone horn. (Since replaced with Cadillac Escalade horns from a junkyard).
After the riding course finished, we all headed over to Flanagins for a late lunch. While waiting for a table, the Gold Wing trike husbands still shunned the Spyder, but conversation shifted to places they had ridden. Obviously the Blue Ridge Parkway was brought up. Those guys were talking about there adventures there.
Recalling something my friend Bill had told me a while before, I asked those Gold Wing trike owners if they got the badge from riding the Blue Ridge Parkway. All with dumbfounded looks said no, and then inquired. I pointed out the Spyders BRP emblem on the frunk hood. Explaining that, with a story that was a lie, if you rode the Blue Ridge Parkway you could be awarded this plaque. Those guys and even some wives were speechless. Told them that the BRP hood emblem was this Blue Ridge Parkway plaque we were awarded.
Gave it a minute, then told the truth that it meant Bombardier Recreation Products. I was very amused having listened to an afternoon of their ego attitude, they though were not amused. With that, we went inside for lunch. We had a fun lunch with Ray the instructor, his wife and one other very cool couple.
Ray passed away a few years ago. He was one of the good guys and likely is missed by many.