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Before you flame me for not posting pics I will say that I am at the installation at the moment and cannot upload anything to this terminal. I'll camera phone some stuff later after a bath and bluetooth it onto my Inspiron 9300 at home.
Update: pics are a few posts down.
Riding the Busa on this warm sunny afternoon with two other members on my other sleds (GSX-R1000 and My CBR600RR) along a back road to downtown Sarajevo. Four jackasses sitting at a cafe lob an M-80 or other medium sized novelty explosive into my path. Trust me it was not a grenade or any other form of leftover ordinance from this region's war. Just four clowns having a very unsafe laugh at the expense of my safety.
I immediately stopped my bike and turned around. These guys are twenty-something grown men. First there is three idiots sitting. I calmly approach them after taking off my gear and in their language confronted them, standing less than three feet away and well within striking range. I informed them of the potentially catastrophic effects this act could cause.
They sarcastically said that it wasn't meant for me. Then one guy that speaks a few choice English words says F**KYOU Man. Get outta here, f*** off. I retaliated verbally and words were exchanged.
I went back to my bike, got my gear and started it in order to ride away.
They mocked my every move as cowards do when they see you leaving.
So here comes the fun part. I shut off my Busa and stood up saying, "Ako zelis problem hajde, dodz." (if you want trouble come and get it) repeatedly. All three get off the chairs and approach me. I still had all my safety gear including Skull jacket, Alpinestars armored gloves and Shoei RF-1000 helmet. I knew it was about to go down and so did my buddies a short 30 feet away.
Mr. Tough Gypsy (he was the first to retreat and grab a chair) was hiding a big two palm sized boulder in his hand and struck me first on the left temple. It is split a little but the helmet did it's job. Then they all started hammering away trying to bring me down. But since I am a 240lb bull, it just didn't happen. Luckily for me the Motorcycle gear is good for more than just a spill on asphalt. Guy B (tall as me but about 190 or less) gets the first of my flayling fists. Lots of time, I mean lots of time well spent on the speed bag for boxing endurance. I connect a few good ones and they scatter like the sissies they really are, only to re-group. Before you know it my boys are elbows deep inflicting some serious punishment on what is now 6 or more. I lost track they came at us like cockroaches.
They used ashtrays, broken bottles, chairs, improvised wooden clubs, and boulders. I felt everything but the jacket saved my skin and neck. I stayed upright. The tall guy rushed me to try and bring me down. He managed a poor attempt at a sleeper that I countered and reversed pinning him against a car trying to get a handhold on his belt to really start the fun and hold-stick, hold-stick and knee. My partner pulled me off them and they shouted "Gotovo dobro ide" (finished, good, leave) Then someone on the side kicked the GSXR-1000 off the sidestand which made me flip, Guy B(Mr lousy Sleeper Hold) bloody and angry proceeded to punt my busa's left mirror across the street.
I shouted (realizing now that it was silly but adrenaline motivated) "Ja sam bik, ja sam lud, hajde j(y)os(h)", "I am a bull, try me again, I am crazy. I am a bull Try me!!!"
I checked to see my phone was still on my belt and called the MP's, as well as Sarajevo PD (one of which was sitting in the very same cafe just watching to show) and before you know it there was a circus of cops. The clowns went away in a squad car to nurse their wounds but not before accusing us of brandishing weapons. That was quite a nice if not predictable addition.
There is blood on the helmets, shirts, jackets, jeans but it isn't mine... I will post pics...
I am going to get a butterfly for my brow, maybe I'll let it scar for a good ice-breaking story...
No joke...
Now tell me what you think....
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Before you flame me for not posting pics I will say that I am at the installation at the moment and cannot upload anything to this terminal. I'll camera phone some stuff later after a bath and bluetooth it onto my Inspiron 9300 at home.
Update: pics are a few posts down.
Riding the Busa on this warm sunny afternoon with two other members on my other sleds (GSX-R1000 and My CBR600RR) along a back road to downtown Sarajevo. Four jackasses sitting at a cafe lob an M-80 or other medium sized novelty explosive into my path. Trust me it was not a grenade or any other form of leftover ordinance from this region's war. Just four clowns having a very unsafe laugh at the expense of my safety.
I immediately stopped my bike and turned around. These guys are twenty-something grown men. First there is three idiots sitting. I calmly approach them after taking off my gear and in their language confronted them, standing less than three feet away and well within striking range. I informed them of the potentially catastrophic effects this act could cause.
They sarcastically said that it wasn't meant for me. Then one guy that speaks a few choice English words says F**KYOU Man. Get outta here, f*** off. I retaliated verbally and words were exchanged.
I went back to my bike, got my gear and started it in order to ride away.
They mocked my every move as cowards do when they see you leaving.
So here comes the fun part. I shut off my Busa and stood up saying, "Ako zelis problem hajde, dodz." (if you want trouble come and get it) repeatedly. All three get off the chairs and approach me. I still had all my safety gear including Skull jacket, Alpinestars armored gloves and Shoei RF-1000 helmet. I knew it was about to go down and so did my buddies a short 30 feet away.
Mr. Tough Gypsy (he was the first to retreat and grab a chair) was hiding a big two palm sized boulder in his hand and struck me first on the left temple. It is split a little but the helmet did it's job. Then they all started hammering away trying to bring me down. But since I am a 240lb bull, it just didn't happen. Luckily for me the Motorcycle gear is good for more than just a spill on asphalt. Guy B (tall as me but about 190 or less) gets the first of my flayling fists. Lots of time, I mean lots of time well spent on the speed bag for boxing endurance. I connect a few good ones and they scatter like the sissies they really are, only to re-group. Before you know it my boys are elbows deep inflicting some serious punishment on what is now 6 or more. I lost track they came at us like cockroaches.
They used ashtrays, broken bottles, chairs, improvised wooden clubs, and boulders. I felt everything but the jacket saved my skin and neck. I stayed upright. The tall guy rushed me to try and bring me down. He managed a poor attempt at a sleeper that I countered and reversed pinning him against a car trying to get a handhold on his belt to really start the fun and hold-stick, hold-stick and knee. My partner pulled me off them and they shouted "Gotovo dobro ide" (finished, good, leave) Then someone on the side kicked the GSXR-1000 off the sidestand which made me flip, Guy B(Mr lousy Sleeper Hold) bloody and angry proceeded to punt my busa's left mirror across the street.
I shouted (realizing now that it was silly but adrenaline motivated) "Ja sam bik, ja sam lud, hajde j(y)os(h)", "I am a bull, try me again, I am crazy. I am a bull Try me!!!"
I checked to see my phone was still on my belt and called the MP's, as well as Sarajevo PD (one of which was sitting in the very same cafe just watching to show) and before you know it there was a circus of cops. The clowns went away in a squad car to nurse their wounds but not before accusing us of brandishing weapons. That was quite a nice if not predictable addition.
There is blood on the helmets, shirts, jackets, jeans but it isn't mine... I will post pics...
I am going to get a butterfly for my brow, maybe I'll let it scar for a good ice-breaking story...
No joke...
Now tell me what you think....
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