i know a dude i jacksonville that has that same duc its a bostrom limited edition like 150 ever produced personally signed by bostrom on the tank its a thing of beautyOK OK Bostrom 998... Or maybe the Matrix Edition 998... 916 too darn Slow, have to be a 998. And While I don't really like the guy all that much, I dig this paint job...
You too!Have a great Sunday
WITTE?I'm sending WITTE to your house to kick your ass!
Holy Shid Pac!Owned both, got different reactions from both crowds.
Had a Vulcan 750 first...scraped the hell outta the footpegs everytime I rounded a turn. Loud rumbling? Yep...had that too. As for scaring old ladies, umm..I think I do that well enough with having to sit on a bike. Most of the Harley guys here thought their poop didn't stink....thought they were too good to wave to another bike that wasn't a harley. I laughed it off...big bad-asses with balls of butter. I'd beat them down in a heartbeat if things ever escalated. They may have a piece? No worries. You can bet that if I see them draw I'll mow 'em down first....they don't know my occupation and the equipment issued with it. IF you pack, don't think that someone else may not be packin too. If the both of you are packin, say yer prayers, hope for good aim and a quick draw. I'm tired of messin with idiots...I deal with them on a day to day basis, so I pretty much have my share. Most of them are just big-for-nothings, though...no need to worry about "disturbing the peace"...which is just the way I like it. I didn't like the crowd one bit...it was definitely not my cup of tea.
Sport riders were equally ignorant...although somewhat more tolerable. Some would wave, others would just look. Sometimes they'd blow their gas...just causing trouble. I didn't care for those guys...but I made it a point to remember their faces. I had a Busa on the way...and I would put them in their place soon enough.
As soon as the Busa came, I rolled out...not looking for revenge, but just to ride. I had idiots on cruisers trying to race me...blew them away before I even hit third. I had idiots on sportbikes try to race me...and I blew them away before I hit fourth. I never saw so many idiots on 600s that thought they were the poop. How fuggin amusing. As I rode more, word got around...there was a Busa on the street. Now everybody wanted a fuggin piece....and all I wanted to do was ride. Oh well...I chopped heads when I had to. All the other times, I would just cruise and hang out with the pack. Nothing big...just cruising at the back of the crowd. Every now and then I would blast off like a monkey with a scalded nutsack just to let them know what she was capable of doing...and that did the trick. No more races...just riding like it should be. Every now and again I would come across the dipshit cruiser roaring past me blasting his pipes...some days I would let them go, other days I would drop two and loft the front en route to catching them quicker than they could open their mouths.
I appreciate both machines, though. Every time I got off the busa and I see a cruiser, I would always nod my approval...no discrimination. I see a dude on a sportbike roll up, I would do the same. If they shoot me back a look that says "I'm the shid..what do you ride?", I make sure that their eyes follow me when I make it back to my baby. I love the looks on their face when they see the kanji and the dual mufflers. Fuggin idiots.
It's just too bad sometimes ya gotta hand their ass to them in order to let them know what they're dealing with. I'd be just as happy cruising along the road and enjoying the ride.
shaved balls of butter?[/QUOTE]Holy Shid Pac!Owned both, got different reactions from both crowds.
Had a Vulcan 750 first...scraped the hell outta the footpegs everytime I rounded a turn. Loud rumbling? Yep...had that too. As for scaring old ladies, umm..I think I do that well enough with having to sit on a bike. Most of the Harley guys here thought their poop didn't stink....thought they were too good to wave to another bike that wasn't a harley. I laughed it off...big bad-asses with balls of butter. I'd beat them down in a heartbeat if things ever escalated. They may have a piece? No worries. You can bet that if I see them draw I'll mow 'em down first....they don't know my occupation and the equipment issued with it. IF you pack, don't think that someone else may not be packin too. If the both of you are packin, say yer prayers, hope for good aim and a quick draw. I'm tired of messin with idiots...I deal with them on a day to day basis, so I pretty much have my share. Most of them are just big-for-nothings, though...no need to worry about "disturbing the peace"...which is just the way I like it. I didn't like the crowd one bit...it was definitely not my cup of tea.
Sport riders were equally ignorant...although somewhat more tolerable. Some would wave, others would just look. Sometimes they'd blow their gas...just causing trouble. I didn't care for those guys...but I made it a point to remember their faces. I had a Busa on the way...and I would put them in their place soon enough.
As soon as the Busa came, I rolled out...not looking for revenge, but just to ride. I had idiots on cruisers trying to race me...blew them away before I even hit third. I had idiots on sportbikes try to race me...and I blew them away before I hit fourth. I never saw so many idiots on 600s that thought they were the poop. How fuggin amusing. As I rode more, word got around...there was a Busa on the street. Now everybody wanted a fuggin piece....and all I wanted to do was ride. Oh well...I chopped heads when I had to. All the other times, I would just cruise and hang out with the pack. Nothing big...just cruising at the back of the crowd. Every now and then I would blast off like a monkey with a scalded nutsack just to let them know what she was capable of doing...and that did the trick. No more races...just riding like it should be. Every now and again I would come across the dipshit cruiser roaring past me blasting his pipes...some days I would let them go, other days I would drop two and loft the front en route to catching them quicker than they could open their mouths.
I appreciate both machines, though. Every time I got off the busa and I see a cruiser, I would always nod my approval...no discrimination. I see a dude on a sportbike roll up, I would do the same. If they shoot me back a look that says "I'm the shid..what do you ride?", I make sure that their eyes follow me when I make it back to my baby. I love the looks on their face when they see the kanji and the dual mufflers. Fuggin idiots.
It's just too bad sometimes ya gotta hand their ass to them in order to let them know what they're dealing with. I'd be just as happy cruising along the road and enjoying the ride.
I thought you were Thrasher for a while!
I agree with all of you.
Yes I have gone into a biker bar with my jap crap (Katana 750 at the time). Yes I tossed my white leather jacket to the barmaid for her to keep an eye on. No Iwasn't messed with.
It's all about the attitude. I'm friends with almost all peeps. The ones who have the better than thou attitude I can live without.
Wave to em all, let God sort em out!
And Pac...
was that big bad-asses with balls of butter
You should check out a Yamaha Road Star Warrior if you're thinking of going the hot-rod cruiser route. Lots of performance & looks and you'll save about 8 to 10 grand compared to the V-Rod. (pic of mine below) I'm with you though, the V-Rod is one Harley I would definitely consider owning.Now.....about that second bike......I rode a VRod the other day....now this might be a Harley worth giving some thought to. I like it a lot, does everything pretty well....and is good looking in my opinion.