Stupid Harley Davidsons

Not a motorcycle rider, don't mind them in general but would like to see them all w/helmets. Don't like the loud pipes or the speeding and weaving crock rocket jockeys but if they are licensed they have EVERY right to be on the road. I would guess that the police and natural selection weed out the bad ones.

I once had a rocket jockey riding my bumper and weavng left-right in our lane on a 2 lane road with traffic in front of me and traffic coming in the other lane. No chance to pass and no where to go if he did. Went on for miles. I was having a bad day and stupidly hit the windshield washers. It sprayed his face shield, he got the hint, and backed off. For about 15 seconds I thought "Now do you understand?".

But in the next 30 seconds I pulled over and let him go by. Because for the rest of my drive I realized that I impaired his vision, distracted him, and caused him to remove a hand from the handlebars to wipe the lens with his gloved hand. Now I pull off to the side and wave all cycles past.

My ears also hurt wrote:

Wow. I nominate this for post of the week.

Misspelled words: definitely, offense, safety, neighbor

The sentence composition and grammar is abysmal. Abysmal. If you haven't heard that saying about motorcyclists, you live in a shoe box. I suspect and certainly hope this guy is ten years old. So you have a ten-year-old mouthing off and telling people to grow up. This is almost as bad as the God damned Harley owners.

Good to see you are now nominating people for 'post of the week'. After all, when you are the original poster asking for advice and the conclusion comes back to either (a) kill the guy; or, (b) talk to the neighbor -- it makes sense to just hang around the thread and point out spelling errors on people who don't want to listen to your pouting.

If you explained to us all how you grew some balls, walked over to your neighbors during the day, and gave him an honest confrontation then I would nominate you for post of the week. Until then, however, I will just keep you on my list of people that it's alright to pick on because you're scared of, I can only guess here...maybe an ass kicking? Maybe some harsh words? Maybe not being 'liked' by the rapist?

Maybe an ass-kicking followed by a raping? That one would make me question my situation.

Likely you just don't want to see this resolved because then you'd have to find a new topic with which you could be ignorant and able to complain.

I concede.

Interesting dynamic on letsrun. A post is made with a general beef. People agree, disagree, add a similar experience, or take one section out of context as a personal affront and tell you that you are stupid, ignorant, or wrong and pontificate on and on an entirely different track.

Then there are the 5'8" 125lb. little runners who strap on their keyboard muscles, talk tough, curse, think they are badass, still wish they could have been a scrub football player instead of the 4th man on a crappy cc team that never made it out of regionals. Along with the identity thieves who love to pester Mayeroff, txrunnergal, and you pick the regular.

This post was about loud pipes and rude, stupid people not an attack on sport bikes or bikes with legal equipment. The neighbor may have actually thought a bit about our initial conversation because he coasted down the hill, into the drive, and into his Mother's garage fairly quietly last night. But, for those of you who have not been listening, he still has a steep grade of the driveway and an eastbound departure or a return home from the west that are UPHILL. The only way to overcome the current noise level is to put the STOCK pipes back on the bike. That is another conversation, when dealing with idiots you have to work slowly.

Awwww, you missed me, I’m touched. But I did not post yesterday, contrary to your longing for me.

I have to tell you I am almost mildly flattered over your rabid obsession with me. I’ve never had a stalker before. I had a few ex girlfriends who would not leave me alone for months but a male post-pubescent, zit popping, Eminem listening, chest thumping, banty rooster stalker is entirely different. Wait, on second thought, I’m a little creeped out.

You remind me of my 3 year old, craving attention in the worst way because she is jealous of her little brother so you exhibit all sorts of infantile behavior until you get punished.

It’s OK that you hate your baby boomer father, therapy might fix that, but transferring that anger to me won’t. You can keep on having strange fantasies about me (that last one was great), that one where you are “running your hardest so you can have Dog the worlds’ greatest Bounty hunter who is JUST THE SHIT hand you a trophy”, or the one where you single handedly fix every social, political, and economic ill in America.

Or you can wake up and aspire for attainable goals like getting in shape and winning the local 5K or actually breaking 17:00, or moving out of that crappy apartment over the biker bar, next to the railroad instead of whatever it is you do to entertain yourself.

So tonight, after your have completed your duties as stock boy and ridden home on your moped from the Save-a-Lot, don’t be in such a hurry to log on to your room mate’s computer and obsess over me. Go for a run instead. It will still give you and your roomy time to watch Dog and all the fight scenes from the Matrix movies before you two play rock-paper-scissors to see who gets the top bunk.

Dude, take a clue from your kids, when you suck your thumb the whining coming from your mouth gets muffled...maybe they should read YOU a bedtime story tonight.

My ears hurt wrote:

...You remind me of my 3 year old, craving attention in the worst way because she is jealous of her little brother so you exhibit all sorts of infantile behavior until you get punished.

I'll show your 3 year old some attention when you go to work. JonBenet Ramsey-style.

If you can't appreciate a good thread on Dog then I am afraid there is no hope for you. Dog is the shit. Kudos to Bleeder for starting a thread that wasn't just him bitching about his neighbors.

A general beef? Not an attack on sports bikes or bikes with legal equipment?

Well, you opened your original post with \"I\'m tired of the friggin\' Harley\'s and their loud stinking pipes\". Well, Harleys are legal and most loud pipes are legal.

You go on to tell us about your neighbor. Well, that isn\'t exactly a general beef -- it\'s a specific complaint.

So maybe your neighbor took your conversation to heart. Good. While I still don\'t see what his upill departure matters (you were bitching about him coming home late when your kids were in bed) it seems like he is doing his best. If you can\'t live with 15 seconds of him pulling up his driveway then, apart of from calling the cops (who will likely tell you what we\'ve all told you -- that you need to grow some balls), i\'d say the only option you have left for protecting your children from every little outside inconvience that is just part of living in this world is to get some soundproof windows.

Now -- feel free to go off on how I am younger than you and make some accusations about me. Imagine a bunch of faults that you have with me and, as I originally posted, continue to not solve problems but, instead, blame your neighbors, blame people trying to give you advice, and take absolutely no responsibility for it yourself.

PS -- Saturday is 20% at Tucson Harley-Davidson. I\'ll be down there getting some pipe and intake upgrades. You can start your campaign against loud noise with me.

My neighbor just got one. He's 41, has a wife and two kids. Now he has new friends. Before he leaves the driveway he makes the sign of the cross - as if that means anything. What bullsh#t. This whole Harley thing is definitely some kind of compensation.

Why is it that all these clowns insist on wearing stuff that says Harley Davidson on it? Buncha mopes. Don't they know Mister Davidson is laughing his ass off and probably wears none of that sh#t?

Maybe I oughtta "live to ride and ride to live". In the words of one of my burned-out, pot-head childhood friends, "Don't criticize what you can't understand." Thanks, a##hole, maybe I'll try that next time I see a Harley thread. In the name of the father...

Bleeder Prime wrote:

PS -- Saturday is 20% at Tucson Harley-Davidson. I'll be down there getting some pipe and intake upgrades. You can start your campaign against loud noise with me.

So now it comes to light - Herein lies most of your obsession with me: I issued a gripe about a Harley riding idiot neighbor and his ilk with the loud pipes and you took it personally. Tucson is a bit far for me on such short notice and I already have weekend plans, but thanks anyway. Besides, I'd rather just limit your stalking to the computer. Try not to lay the bike(moped?) down after you put on the new equipment.

I was following this thread anyway, then I got stuck in traffic with one of these guys yesterday. Thoughts: with windows down in my car, stereo at a moderate level, about the only time I could hear this guy was when he was right next to me -- and it was deafening. Loud enough to close the window. If he was behind, in blind spot, ahead, etc, I could barely hear him over the normal noise inside my car, and normal traffic noise outside. Loud pipes save lives? Only if he's right next to me, in which case, I'd be able to see him anyway.

You seem to crave the attention you're pathetic post has drawn.

I can't speak for everyone here, but to me you do appear frightened to confront your obnoxious neighbor.

Grow up and deal with it. It will take far less time than you waste on LetsRun.

If you can't deal with it like an adult, and continue to hide, rationalize, argue, and debate the subject...then you are indeed, a big pussy.

Either let us know how you dealt with it, or go lick your wounds in private.

My ears hurt wrote:

I issued a gripe about a Harley riding idiot neighbor and his ilk with the loud pipes and you took it personally.

C***, no one would take your original argument personally because it was specific to your neighbor. And while HDs often are upgraded, I'd say that speaking in terms of ratios, more custom bikes (around here we have shop that works on a lot of Ironhorse bikes) have illegal/extremely loud pipes. If the bike is set-up legally (which is likely is), the only thing that would make your neighbor wrong is the way he is riding -- and if he isn't laying on the throttle more than he needs to, then it's your problem that he lives next to you on a hill.

My point (still yet to be disputed by you) all along has been that you need to deal with your neighbor as an adult (meaning you must be respectful and upfront with him and insist that he treat you the same) -- and if he won't work with you, take appropriate action. It just isn't the answer that you wanted to hear so you took my words personally (as you should because you really are a f***ing pussy if you can't even talk to your neighbor) and got your panties all tangled.

Whatever though. Good luck at whatever you do -- maybe it'll be buying a house away from the rest of the world so you won't ever have to be inconvienced again. Heck, maybe you should buy an island. Nice and secluded. I mean, being the intelligent, reasonable, and (no doubt) successful person that you are, I am sure this is an alternative that you might want to explore since you can't develop interpersonal skills.

Bleeder Prime wrote:

If you can't live with 15 seconds of him pulling up his driveway...

I don’t know about the other bikers but I am having a difficult time believing you own a Harley. 15 seconds? Come on!!

Harley Rider’s typical routine:

1) Check weather forecast, HOT DOG, NO RAIN!! I’m going riding tomorrow.

2) Next morning (11:47 am) Go out to garage adorned in black local Harley dealer t-shirt and matching sweats, take dust cover off Harley, admire Harley, touch self.

3) Open garage door, look at sky.

4) See that piece of crap Caprice and old Chevy blazer are in the way in driveway.

5) Close garage door to keep any bugs from landing on Harley and crapping on it or otherwise dirtying it.

6) Lightbulb goes on over greasy coif, re-cover Bike with screaming eagle dust cover.

7) Move both vehicles, one in the grass and the other in the street.

8) Go back in house, have rest of last night’s pizza for breakfast and wash down with stale coke.

9) Put on jeans (black), socks (black), leather boots (what else, black)

10) Go to bathroom, roll up sleeves, admire tats, rub lotion on them so they look good, think about Harley, touch self.

11) Grease back what little is left of hair, admire tats, put on screaming eagle and skull rings followed by watch with screaming eagle band and turquoise bracelet. Think about Harley, touch self.

12) Go to kitchen, check weather forecast again – HOT DOG, NO RAIN!!

13) Grab leather screaming eagle chaps(black) from nail in wall and leather screaming eagle jacket(black, of course).

14) Look in mirror, admire garb, think about Harley, touch self.

15) Go to garage, open garage door, remove screaming eagle dust cover from Harley, think about Harley, touch self.

16) Walk outside, look at sky, HOT DOG, NO CLOUDS!! Walk back into garage.

17) Get on Harley, put in key, turn key, Harley won’t start, curse loudly at Harley.

18) Recover from fit, apologize to Harley, gingerly touch gas tank and chrome, touch self.

19) Turn key, HARLEY STARTS!! Rev Harley, rev again, rev again, rev again, rev again, rev again, rev again, smile. Think about Harley, touch self.

20) Pull Harley out of garage, admire the sunshine on chrome and black. Harley is idling nice and loud.

21) Sit on Harley enjoying the vibration between legs and thunder in ears, smile, touch self.

22) Rev Harley about 6-8 times, put hog in gear, proceed out of driveway.

23) Remember that you forgot fingerless gloves and sunglasses, stop Harley, reverse Harley, leave idling in driveway, go back in house.

24) Frantically search for sunglasses(black) and fingerless gloves(also black w/screaming eagle) to keep any bugs from landing on Harley and crapping on it or otherwise dirtying it.

25) Find gloves and glasses, go back outside, stop in driveway, admire Harley, touch self.

26) Get on Harley, put on glasses, try to put on gloves, won’t fit over rings, curse at rings and gloves.

27) Recover from fit, apologize to rings and gloves (and to Harley for having to be present), think about Harley, touch self.

28) Take off rings, put on gloves, put on rings, rev Harley, rev Harley, rev Harley, rev Harley, rev Harley.

29) Put hog in gear, proceed out of driveway, remember that you forgot screaming eagle wallet put hog in reverse, stop hog, park hog, give it one rev, go back in house.

30) Find screaming eagle wallet (black, what else), put in pocket, check weather forecast, HOT DOG, NO RAIN!

31) Walk back outside, look at sky, admire Harley, get on Harley, sit on Harley enjoying the vibration between legs and thunder in ears, smile, touch self.

32) Rev Harley, rev Harley, proceed down driveway, smile.

33) Stop at end of driveway, stop smiling to look bad, make sign of cross, smile inwardly, rev Harley, think about Harley, check to see no one is looking, rev Harley, touch self.

34) Check traffic, rev Harley, see car coming, get bad look on face, rev Harley, rev Harley, rev Harley, rev Harley, rev Harley, rev Harley.

35) All clear, rev Harley, put hog in gear, roar up driveway, enjoy the vibration between legs and thunder in ears, think about long legged blonde slut with tats, black leather, and big ass sitting behind me with big fake cans pressed into my back enjoying the vibration between her legs and thunder in her ears. Note to self: Think about Harley and Blonde slut some more when you get home, then touch self.

36) HOT DOG, I’M RIDIN!!!!

I live on the noisiest street on earth. Every motorcyclist in town hauls ass up and down the street (racing or whatever) full throttle multiple times every Friday and Saturday and most nights during the summer. You can hear a specific bike going by about every 5 minutes. The cops don't do shit.

My daughter was born earlier this year and I was happy that I lived on this street because from day one she has been acclimatized to the worst possible amount of noise. She sleeps right through it, no sweat. I can do whatever I want any time of the night and she will never wake up. We watch loud movies with surround sound, explosions etc. How could we make more noise than a full-throttle crotch rocket?

"My ears hurt", this situation is a gold mine for you. Your kids will adjust to the noise just fine. I think all this bitching is about you having to listen to the noise, not them...

Silverback wrote:

the only way for the car to know they're there is if the bike has loud pipes.

Um....horn anyone?

Well, I went over a second time and he still won't listen to reason. Things ended up going to insults and I left. Last night when he came home I called the police about the noise. They came down and spoke with him. THEN they came to my house and asked if I had THREATENED him (Which I had not)!!!! Apparently he took our conversation as a threat. Anyways, hey ended up telling me that they wouldn't do anything about it because everyone was within their rights. I am thinking about writing City Hall because this is outrageous. I have kids here.

With spring approaching we will see (and hear) more Harley's. I remembered this list that still makes me laugh!!