Out riding just a weekend fling Letting off stress is my thing I rode up to the "Hideaway" and there I stopped Kickstand up and helmet off
I guess the Harley crowd took offense at the old rice burner I rode in their mist
One approached and to the grins said to me; "I'd rather walk then ride a Honda, my friend." Now, there are some times when it's better to hold your tongue and others when not doing so can be fun
I grinned, that kinda set them back as they thought it would be courage I'd lack But, with my grin I managed to say; "I'm here deal with it. I'm not going away."
One shouted a profanity something about my mom, you see! I ignored the twit and with some wit said to my new companion; "Hi Dimwit!"
He sized me up and knew I was old but, was uncertain as I was so bold Then tossing caution to the side he raised his fists and said; "Honda's I can't abide. Ride on you lover of slant eyes!"
Now most would just ride out of there and figure it was better to not take that dare but some may have just half a mind to teach some manners to the Harley Kind
I watched as several stood and grinned and my new companion drew courage from them I knew from the gals who watched with anticipation that I was dead meat to their elation
And so I did reply; "If you want a piece of this old asshole you better come equipped!" "Cause, if you give me the slightest opening you'll get your ass whipped!"
Now the moral to this story is not hard to see as I got my tail kicked and handed to me and there was a loud clapping of approval as that Harley crowd saw to my removal.
So, if you stop at the "Hideout", in old SoCal it better be on a Harley or you'll meet my new pal
Not a real happening, just a tongue in cheek look at the ages old Harley vs everyone else thing. Enjoy!
The picture is of the "Hideout" located just off of Highway 76 and a mile from the intersection of that and Highway 79 in Southern CA. Great place with music and vendors on the weekends. Just down the road is the "St Ysabel" casino, and a bit further is "St Ysabel, CA" and "Julian CA". All types of bikes go there and when I arrived my buddy (in the pic) turned to walk towards me. After seeing the picture I just had to write this poem. Still makes me smile when I read it.