The first group I came upon was weird. Two Honda Groms. Small next to my 11, but one had a guy on it who looked almost 300 lbs and the other had a girl who might have been 350. Here's the weird part: both of their license plates were camouflaged. One had the bottom 3/4 completely covered with tape, and the girl used a marker and tape to disguise hers. They told me it was to avoid being caught by the speeding and red light cameras that are popping up all over. I can picture those Groms in the trunk of a police car and the riders handcuffed in the back seat.
The rider I encountered next had his first bike, a Yamaha 300 that he had picked up the day before. It was the second day he had ever ridden a motorcycle. He didn't even know how many cylinders it had. When he asked me for advice, I was momentarily speechless. I told him to get to know his front brake, that's where most of your stopping power is, and keep your head on a swivel. Know where all the cars around you are. When he showed me the passenger seat, I said "Don't take any passengers yet." I wished him luck and moved on.
I finally came upon what I was looking for - a group of sportbikes. A GSXR, a Kaw 10R, a bike with stunt bars. The one next to me was a 2019 Yamaha 600 supersport with an Akrapovic exhaust. "Want to hear it?" he asked. I asked where the redline was and he revved it to 16k.
They liked how my GS looked and sounded, but didn't quite know what to make of it or the old man riding it. "You mean it's not water cooled?" When they started vaping various substances, I figured it was time to leave. Each one came up and shook my hand. It's nice to know that the current generation of hooligans respects their elders.
When I got home, Suzi posed for this pic:
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