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Last anecdote but an amusing one from a different perspective.
In 1995 I was trading in a cruiser for a sport touring motorcycle so that my wife could more comfortably accompany me on long road trips out west.
I had to ride about 230 miles to Lake County, FL to trade my bike and in my zeal to get going that morning I had forgotten (for the first and only time that I can recall) to take my pistol.
Well, I got the bike traded and on the way home noticed about 20 to 30 lights coming up on me in my mirrors.
When the bikes caught up and got alongside I noticed that it was 30 or so "Outlaws" in full colors. Naturally, I thought that it was the wrong day to forget my gun as I was riding a Japanese bike.
Well, they passed me without incident (but for perhaps a contemptuous glance or two) and when they were out of sight my pulse throttled back down to normal.
About a half hour later I pulled into a rest stop to fuel the bike and what should I see but the entire "chapter" laying about the pumps drinking beer and carrying on.
Scenes of flaming Japanese gardens entered my mind and I did my very best to appear nonchalant.
A couple of the guys walked up on me and the bike and asked what it was. I told them it was an ST1100 designed for cross country travel. (It had a 7.5 gallon tank.)
"Looks fast", said one. I said that it would be once it was broken in as I had just picked her up.
"Well, best of luck with her. Ride safe", was his parting reply and off they went without so much as a backward glance.
Just goes to show that you can never just assume anything. (Naturally I didn't bother volunteering my vocation.
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First and last time I can remember leaving the house for a ride without my gun.
In 1995 I was trading in a cruiser for a sport touring motorcycle so that my wife could more comfortably accompany me on long road trips out west.
I had to ride about 230 miles to Lake County, FL to trade my bike and in my zeal to get going that morning I had forgotten (for the first and only time that I can recall) to take my pistol.
Well, I got the bike traded and on the way home noticed about 20 to 30 lights coming up on me in my mirrors.
When the bikes caught up and got alongside I noticed that it was 30 or so "Outlaws" in full colors. Naturally, I thought that it was the wrong day to forget my gun as I was riding a Japanese bike.
Well, they passed me without incident (but for perhaps a contemptuous glance or two) and when they were out of sight my pulse throttled back down to normal.
About a half hour later I pulled into a rest stop to fuel the bike and what should I see but the entire "chapter" laying about the pumps drinking beer and carrying on.
Scenes of flaming Japanese gardens entered my mind and I did my very best to appear nonchalant.
A couple of the guys walked up on me and the bike and asked what it was. I told them it was an ST1100 designed for cross country travel. (It had a 7.5 gallon tank.)
"Looks fast", said one. I said that it would be once it was broken in as I had just picked her up.
"Well, best of luck with her. Ride safe", was his parting reply and off they went without so much as a backward glance.
Just goes to show that you can never just assume anything. (Naturally I didn't bother volunteering my vocation.


First and last time I can remember leaving the house for a ride without my gun.
