LeonDude
Bachelor Dog
- Joined
- Sep 26, 2007
- Messages
- 10,656
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- Location
- Gauteng - Centurion
- Bike
- Suzuki DR650
/Rant on
I was going to post this in Jou Ma, but after some thought decided it should be here.
If the oke I'm about to speak of reads this and doesn't like it, F YOU.
So last night I was tired as hell after a hectic day of riding the lowveld, and after eating only had two beers before my lights went out at about 19:30 and I switched off completely.
Then somewhere in the night all hell breaks loose. Some monster of a road bike wakes me up with a loud revving engine. After a while I hear a female voice ask if there is room available. I don't hear the answer, but then the rider, a male, asks very, very loudly, even louder than his engine which is still running and keeping everybody awake, to ask if the person his girl is speaking to knows of any place with rooms available.
From his tone of voice I can hear he's pissed off and looking for a fight. He's swearing, loudly, and not in a good mood. He wants stuff, and he's trying to swear his way into getting it.
After a while he and his girl starts having a huge fight, with her refusing to get on the bike, him yelling at her and telling everybody how he'd been riding for 14 f - ing hours and on and it goes, abuse and abuse and abuse.
Now I'm lying in bed, and beginning to see the picture of why bikers are not welcome at certain places. Strange thing is, there's lots of bikers at the place, I know because the whole place is jam - packed with bikes. But I haven't heard or seen them, they are well behaved.
This person had obviously jumped on the bike early in the morning, rode ride hell all day, stopping only for the occasional beer, and now he was in trouble.
So fifteen minutes of verbal abuse later the bike hits the road towards lydenburg and I can hear the carb gasping for breath and fuel before he does the same to second gear.
And I'm thinking how many times people have helped other people in need, but it's not going to happen with that kind of attitude. And 30 minutes worth of planning in the morning would have saved him and his girl hours of frustration during the night.
This morning as I'm booking out of my room I used every bit of smiling face and said "Thank You" as many times as I could to try and put a different face on bikers.
I stayed at Laske Nakke, it's a great place, but please book early!
Thank you for letting me get this story off my chest, it's been bugging me!
/Rant off.
I was going to post this in Jou Ma, but after some thought decided it should be here.
If the oke I'm about to speak of reads this and doesn't like it, F YOU.
So last night I was tired as hell after a hectic day of riding the lowveld, and after eating only had two beers before my lights went out at about 19:30 and I switched off completely.
Then somewhere in the night all hell breaks loose. Some monster of a road bike wakes me up with a loud revving engine. After a while I hear a female voice ask if there is room available. I don't hear the answer, but then the rider, a male, asks very, very loudly, even louder than his engine which is still running and keeping everybody awake, to ask if the person his girl is speaking to knows of any place with rooms available.
From his tone of voice I can hear he's pissed off and looking for a fight. He's swearing, loudly, and not in a good mood. He wants stuff, and he's trying to swear his way into getting it.
After a while he and his girl starts having a huge fight, with her refusing to get on the bike, him yelling at her and telling everybody how he'd been riding for 14 f - ing hours and on and it goes, abuse and abuse and abuse.
Now I'm lying in bed, and beginning to see the picture of why bikers are not welcome at certain places. Strange thing is, there's lots of bikers at the place, I know because the whole place is jam - packed with bikes. But I haven't heard or seen them, they are well behaved.
This person had obviously jumped on the bike early in the morning, rode ride hell all day, stopping only for the occasional beer, and now he was in trouble.
So fifteen minutes of verbal abuse later the bike hits the road towards lydenburg and I can hear the carb gasping for breath and fuel before he does the same to second gear.
And I'm thinking how many times people have helped other people in need, but it's not going to happen with that kind of attitude. And 30 minutes worth of planning in the morning would have saved him and his girl hours of frustration during the night.
This morning as I'm booking out of my room I used every bit of smiling face and said "Thank You" as many times as I could to try and put a different face on bikers.
I stayed at Laske Nakke, it's a great place, but please book early!
Thank you for letting me get this story off my chest, it's been bugging me!
/Rant off.
