My friend and I pulled into a gas station, him on a Vulcan 1500. Me on my softail. His Vulcan is set up like a homemade bagger. D-bag walks up:
D-bag : Nice bike. Is that a Harley?
James: No, it's a Kawasaki Vulcan.
D-bag: Oh, I thought it was a real bike.
James: Last time I checked it has two wheels and a motor.
D-bag: Only Harley makes real bikes.
James: Ya think so huh. What kind of bike do you ride?
D-bag: I don't have a bike. But this guy gets it (points at me). He's on a real bike.
Me: You said you don't have a bike?
D-bag: Yeah.
Me: Well then, we know what your opinion is worth. Dick.
D-bag: huffs off to a hatch back and tries to spin his tires on the way out of the parking lot.
D-bag : Nice bike. Is that a Harley?
James: No, it's a Kawasaki Vulcan.
D-bag: Oh, I thought it was a real bike.
James: Last time I checked it has two wheels and a motor.
D-bag: Only Harley makes real bikes.
James: Ya think so huh. What kind of bike do you ride?
D-bag: I don't have a bike. But this guy gets it (points at me). He's on a real bike.
Me: You said you don't have a bike?
D-bag: Yeah.
Me: Well then, we know what your opinion is worth. Dick.
D-bag: huffs off to a hatch back and tries to spin his tires on the way out of the parking lot.
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