AntDog
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Are you a biker? What do you ride? How often do you ride? Post a little but about yourself here. Pics are welcome, stories are welcome. Pretty much whatever! I'm not a metric hater. I don't talk down on any bikes. As long as you're on two wheels, you're welcome here.
I'll start it off. I ride a Harley Davidson superglide. 2009 model. I just rode 23 miles from my work in downtown Houston to my home in atascocita. In pouring rain. When I say pouring, I mean Noah's ark level rain. There is still a flash flood warning here until 3:00am! There were times when I couldn't see. There were times when I went 20 miles an hour. I rode through some spots that were 1 1/2' deep with water. Damn near went in the air filter housing, but it didn't! I just kept on puttin...
Needless to say, I got soaked to the bone. About halfway home I needed gas, so I got gas. Watched the lightning for a minute. It was awe inspiring. Huuuuge lightning strikes pretty close to me. Blindingly bright. Deafening thunder. I'm telling ya fellas, it took every ounce of resolve to get back on and keep going, but I did.
I had to make it home to my family. I had sent a text to my wife telling her I was leaving work. She replied back to be careful. I told her I would be, but I had to leave NOW.
I kept riding and when I was about 5 miles from home I got stuck at a red light (one of several I had to stop at). A guy pulled up next to me in a car. I gave him the "thumbs down" - to tell him "this really sucks sometimes man"! He returned the thumbs down, then rolled down his window. He asked me how far I was going. I told him about 5 miles. He said he would follow me as long as he could. I told him that would be great! He followed me all the way to the turnoff that goes to my house, staying about 40 feet back, with his hazards on the whole way. When I turned off, he honked and I waved.
When I made it home I peeled all my clothes off, poured a solid cup of water out of each boot, took a quick shower, put on some dry clothes and my wife handed me a beer. My wife and son both told me they knew I would make it, but they were both still worried about me.
And.....you know what? I'll do it all over again. Day after day, week after week, year after year. Why? Bad weather is just a part of riding. Sometimes we ride in chit weather. Sometimes it sucks. But on the other hand, sometimes we ride in great weather. We are the envy of the square sitting next to us in his minivan. We are the thing his wife can't quit staring at. We represent freedom and fun, but also represent the ability to overcome and deal with adverse circumstances. It's a double edged sword. We take the good with the bad. Why? Because we're bikers, and we wouldn't have it any other way!
If you're a biker, sound off here!
I'll start it off. I ride a Harley Davidson superglide. 2009 model. I just rode 23 miles from my work in downtown Houston to my home in atascocita. In pouring rain. When I say pouring, I mean Noah's ark level rain. There is still a flash flood warning here until 3:00am! There were times when I couldn't see. There were times when I went 20 miles an hour. I rode through some spots that were 1 1/2' deep with water. Damn near went in the air filter housing, but it didn't! I just kept on puttin...
Needless to say, I got soaked to the bone. About halfway home I needed gas, so I got gas. Watched the lightning for a minute. It was awe inspiring. Huuuuge lightning strikes pretty close to me. Blindingly bright. Deafening thunder. I'm telling ya fellas, it took every ounce of resolve to get back on and keep going, but I did.
I had to make it home to my family. I had sent a text to my wife telling her I was leaving work. She replied back to be careful. I told her I would be, but I had to leave NOW.
I kept riding and when I was about 5 miles from home I got stuck at a red light (one of several I had to stop at). A guy pulled up next to me in a car. I gave him the "thumbs down" - to tell him "this really sucks sometimes man"! He returned the thumbs down, then rolled down his window. He asked me how far I was going. I told him about 5 miles. He said he would follow me as long as he could. I told him that would be great! He followed me all the way to the turnoff that goes to my house, staying about 40 feet back, with his hazards on the whole way. When I turned off, he honked and I waved.
When I made it home I peeled all my clothes off, poured a solid cup of water out of each boot, took a quick shower, put on some dry clothes and my wife handed me a beer. My wife and son both told me they knew I would make it, but they were both still worried about me.
And.....you know what? I'll do it all over again. Day after day, week after week, year after year. Why? Bad weather is just a part of riding. Sometimes we ride in chit weather. Sometimes it sucks. But on the other hand, sometimes we ride in great weather. We are the envy of the square sitting next to us in his minivan. We are the thing his wife can't quit staring at. We represent freedom and fun, but also represent the ability to overcome and deal with adverse circumstances. It's a double edged sword. We take the good with the bad. Why? Because we're bikers, and we wouldn't have it any other way!
If you're a biker, sound off here!
first ridea was a Honda Shadow. 
