Lemme just say, that some people don't have no kind of common sense.
Coming home just now, I'm getting the feeling through the last few turns to my house, that the car behind me is following me. I live in a nice quiet neighborhood, but this is the same nice quiet neighborhood where we had a mass shooting a few days ago, so.... like I always say, the bogeyman don't make appointments, right?
Anyway I pull up into my driveway a little harder than usual and get off fast and kick my visor up so I can get a good look at the car as it goes by. Maybe it's somebody I know. Maybe it's somebody I know and don't want to see, right? As I'm getting off the bike, the guy is pulling up in front of my driveway, facing up the wrong side of the street, and rolling his window down.
Alright so that's enough right there, now every alarm I have is going off, and the dogs are trying to come through the front door.. I'm into my pocket for my .38. It's dark, but that's why God in his infinite wisdom created Crimson Trace. I don't recognize this guy, and I'm about a RCH from pulling if I see anything I don't like.
"Doooooood, sorry to bug you but what kind of bike is that?"
"It's a V-Max."
"That kicks ass man, thanks."
.....and off he goes.
Funny I get that "What the hell is that?" question a lot, which I consider odd since Max has been around forever, but since I bought mine I hear it all the time. I just don't usually have people tailing me home in the dark to ask it.
I need a cup of Decaf about now. Yeesh.
I'm keeping it in the back of mind that I may have just been interviewed by someone who wanted my bike at a later date, but I'd like to think it was just a wayward yahoo who never learned about not making people nervous.
Coming home just now, I'm getting the feeling through the last few turns to my house, that the car behind me is following me. I live in a nice quiet neighborhood, but this is the same nice quiet neighborhood where we had a mass shooting a few days ago, so.... like I always say, the bogeyman don't make appointments, right?
Anyway I pull up into my driveway a little harder than usual and get off fast and kick my visor up so I can get a good look at the car as it goes by. Maybe it's somebody I know. Maybe it's somebody I know and don't want to see, right? As I'm getting off the bike, the guy is pulling up in front of my driveway, facing up the wrong side of the street, and rolling his window down.
Alright so that's enough right there, now every alarm I have is going off, and the dogs are trying to come through the front door.. I'm into my pocket for my .38. It's dark, but that's why God in his infinite wisdom created Crimson Trace. I don't recognize this guy, and I'm about a RCH from pulling if I see anything I don't like.
"Doooooood, sorry to bug you but what kind of bike is that?"
"It's a V-Max."
"That kicks ass man, thanks."
.....and off he goes.
Funny I get that "What the hell is that?" question a lot, which I consider odd since Max has been around forever, but since I bought mine I hear it all the time. I just don't usually have people tailing me home in the dark to ask it.
I need a cup of Decaf about now. Yeesh.
I'm keeping it in the back of mind that I may have just been interviewed by someone who wanted my bike at a later date, but I'd like to think it was just a wayward yahoo who never learned about not making people nervous.