Those Harley guys! If you see my bmw on a trailer, call the cops. It's been stolen.
Storytime. I was in a bar one summer afternoon 30-ish years ago in a small town in the hills west of Denver. The three other guys there were chatting-up the bar maid, all of whom had a 'fake biker veneer' to them (costume leather vest and all). I'm minding my own business but eavesdropping on their conversation.
They're planning their trip to Sturgis, and the tattooed barmaid, a strikingly tall Lynda Carter type with gravely smoker's voice despite being in her 30's, will be driving the chase-van with trailer.
Me: "Why do you need a chase van?"
Fake Biker Guy: "If one of our bikes breakdown, we don't want to waste time getting it fixed."
Me: "How far is Sturgis?"
FBG: "Over 400 miles!"
Me: "400 miles? Why not ride a bike that can go 400 miles without breaking down?"
FBG: "I ride an old Shovelhead - love the older bikes!"
Me: "When were those made?"
FBG: "1970's so they're pretty old."
Me: "Huh....doesn't seem very old to me. I wouldn't hesitate to hop on my bike and ride 400-miles and back the next day."
FBG: (with a sarcastic twang) "Yea....right. I'd put my bike against anything it's age. Whatcha got?"
Me: "1967 BMW R69S."
FBG: <cough....clears throat>....."hey, that's a nice bike. If I didn't ride a Harley, that's what I'd have."
Me: "yea, I know. My brother traded his Sportster for a BMW when he got tired of breaking down and pissing away his weekend......"
Peter