Fuel stop

[Willow]

I stopped for fuel this evening.  I don't do that nearly as often as some.  I guess often refers to time rather than miles so I do that more often than most.

While I was opening the tank and toying with the plastic I noticed a lady two pumps over dressed in black shorts and a black sleeveless top.  I like black, but it was a little late both in the year and the evening for that outfit.  She was staring wide eyed at my oversized unit.  I smiled.  She smiled.  I looked away.  We both knew what had attracted her attention and we made no pretense otherwise.

There was a time not so many years ago when the sight of me had turned a few heads.  There was a time when I may have assumed it was me and not my ride.  It's not been that way for a while now.  Maybe it still is, in a way.  Some say you are what you eat.  I'd prefer to believe you are what you ride or at least you are in some ways defined by what you ride.  We all very well know it's not just that you ride, but what you ride.

For whatever reason it occurs, it's nice to exchange smiles now and again.

You all be safe.

[John Schmidt]

I know what you mean Carl. A couple weeks back I was in Walgreens and this rather attractive and somewhat younger woman was behind me at the check out. Since there was a hold up with a price check, we were a bit annoyed with the delay...mostly due to the customers attitude. I casually spoke to the woman and others in the line while waiting, the lady I referred to above looked away and ignored any attempt at conversation with me and all the others in line. I just smiled at the others and shrugged, thought nothing of it at the time.

A few days later, by pure coincidence, we were in the same situation at the local Publix supermarket. I commented "we have to stop meeting like this" because it was obvious she remembered me. She acknowledged me, then stopped short...again I just shrugged and moved on. A few minutes later in the parking lot, I was loading the stuff in the saddlebags and who should come strolling up, gushing all over about the bike....the lady of no conversation. We stood and chatted about it for a few minutes and I finally asked "why talk now" when before I don't think she would have given a drink to a dying person. Her answer....."I didn't know you had such exotic tastes in motorcycles, this Valkyrie is on its way to being a classic." I never had mentioned the name of the bike, but she knew. A very pleasant sort, but without the bike there would have never been any conversation....especially from someone near the age of my own daughters. Makes an old fart feel good though, if only for a few minutes. I had told my wife about the earlier event and then what happened this time. She just laughed, told me to "sit down and drink your prune juice grandpa."   

[ricoman]

I know the feeling of exchanging smiles.
A whistful feeling.

I just hate it when they call me sir!

[Tundra]

That's why I enjoy riding with you John You attract them like bees to honey.
Fuel stops can be interesting

[doubletee]

I know the feeling of exchanging smiles.
A whistful feeling.

I just hate it when they call me sir!

That, and when they call me, "Mr. Turner." My standard reply to that is, "That's my dad!"

[RP#62]

I stopped for fuel this evening.  I don't do that nearly as often as some.  I guess often refers to time rather than miles so I do that more often than most.

While I was opening the tank and toying with the plastic I noticed a lady two pumps over dressed in black shorts and a black sleeveless top.  I like black, but it was a little late both in the year and the evening for that outfit.  She was staring wide eyed at my oversized unit.  I smiled.  She smiled.  I looked away.  We both knew what had attracted her attention and we made no pretense otherwise.

There was a time not so many years ago when the sight of me had turned a few heads.  There was a time when I may have assumed it was me and not my ride.  It's not been that way for a while now.  Maybe it still is, in a way.  Some say you are what you eat.  I'd prefer to believe you are what you ride or at least you are in some ways defined by what you ride.  We all very well know it's not just that you ride, but what you ride.

For whatever reason it occurs, it's nice to exchange smiles now and again.

You all be safe.

And when she got home, she called all her friends and told them that she met Paul Sr and that he looked bigger on TV.
LOL
-RP

[John Schmidt]

And when she got home, she called all her friends and told them that she met Paul Sr and that he looked bigger on TV.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
  Guess who just got zinged.

[Jess from VA]

She was staring wide eyed at my oversized unit.

Don't know abut you Carl, but I'm always wearing pants when I'm out riding.   

[Willow]

  Guess who just got zinged. 

Paul Sr?

I'll bet he's more than a little irritated when people keep coming up to him and saying, "You know, you look a lot like Willow."   

[~ Timbrwolf]

. ...bout seven years ago....when I first met Chili, a friend of her family,s.. son was getting married in the tiny City of Corning NY...yep..the place where that glassware is made....its a cool little city actually...in a motorcycle desirable area for shur.....anyway I was in my Blazer...was sposed to meet Chili there to hang out  for the weekend...I had gotten there a little early...checked into the hotel...and was cruising round town, checking out the sites, when I decided to get a bottle of wine for....later on...so I strolled into this tiny corner liquor store ....mosyed around for a bit, before latching onto a nice bottle of Robert Mondavi Chardonay "Reserve".......walked up to the counter where this attractive brunette cashier was smiling.....made some small talk while paying for the wine ...when she smiled at me and said something in a soft voice.....now Im going deaf in my left ear and couldnt quite make out what she said....so I just smiled....and thats when she got an even bigger smile on her face...and again said something in a soft voice...I still didnt hear what it was she said, but thought for sure she was flirting with me....and as I sat there looking back at her and thinking to myself....man...the ol Wolf ..Still has what it takes....she leaned slightly over the counter towards me and said in a low voice.......your zipper is down.. . . .


. . . .. ......Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.. . ..  .  . . . ..   

[Dubsvalk]

The only time I had an incident even romotely similar was at a gas station.  A very attractive woman in her 40s was pumping gas at the pump next to the one I pulled up to.  As I got off to fill the tank, she looked over and asked, how I held that big thing up.  I told her I wore boxers.  End of conversation.
Bernie

[Robert]

Anythings possible

[Chiefy]

I know what you mean Carl. A couple weeks back I was in Walgreens and this rather attractive and somewhat younger woman was behind me at the check out. Since there was a hold up with a price check, we were a bit annoyed with the delay...mostly due to the customers attitude. I casually spoke to the woman and others in the line while waiting, the lady I referred to above looked away and ignored any attempt at conversation with me and all the others in line. I just smiled at the others and shrugged, thought nothing of it at the time.

A few days later, by pure coincidence, we were in the same situation at the local Publix supermarket. I commented "we have to stop meeting like this" because it was obvious she remembered me. She acknowledged me, then stopped short...again I just shrugged and moved on.

LOL sounds like me when I'm on the trike trying to say hello to 2 wheelers    They love me on the Valk though......

[Daniel Meyer]

I know the feeling well...

I'd prefer to believe you are what you ride or at least you are in some ways defined by what you ride. 

I believe rather then being defined by what...or *that* we ride...we are perhaps...projected...by what we ride...our definition shows in our choice...nay...requirement of ride...

Our ride is a reflection of our soul...or for the less etheric...a reflection of our attitudes and beliefs (soul covers it better).

You are what you ride? Nah. I've met you. You ride what you are.

[fudgie]

We stopped for fuel in Sac City Iowa, fitting name.  I always 'try' and pull at the pumps so I can look around. Next car over some young chic was cleaning her car windows. Had some tiny ass shorts on. Thankfully the handle on her squeege was short.  Kit was just laughing at me saying I couldnt be more obvious. Just making sure she was doing ok.
Iowa has some of the hottest girls I've seen. Look forward to going thru Iowa every year. 

[Lyn-Del]

I just hate it when they call me sir!

I hate it more than you do!!  Somehow, some folks can't get their minds to grasp the concept of a woman riding a motorcycle.  So they call me sir ....

[NCGhostrider]

A few weeks ago, I ran the bike down to fill up before a short trip.  I had pulled in behind a couple of cute Asian girls...   I was filling up, when one of them walks up with her tiny voice, "big man, I like your bike."   I of course said "thank you."   She wanted a ride on the big man's bike.. but being old, married and faithful, I thought it through.   

I just couldn't see explaining to my wife being seen with a female passenger on my bike who didn't belong there.   And in this small town, she probably would have pictures emailed to her before I got home!

Besides, she was just after my ride!  But, man she was cute.   

[Valkahuna]

Geez guys, Cut it OUT!!! My wife won't let me go to the gas station anymore by myself!

BTW, where is it you got gas Willow?

[hotglue #43]

When I was a younger man....... I could have any woman I pleased......







Never pleased any of them....

[Big IV]

 
Swapping smiles is good.

[Willow]

BTW, where is it you got gas Willow?

Normally at Taco Bell, but that evening it was at QuikTrip, a high quality convenience store/gasoline vendor.

[Valkahuna]

BTW, where is it you got gas Willow?

Normally at Taco Bell, but that evening it was at QuikTrip, a high quality convenience store/gasoline vendor.

Will their food bio-degrade or mold? If so, is it with electrolytes, or enzymes?

[bigguy]

I was heading to Lowe's one day for something small enough to fit in the bike. As I came up to an intersection with a major road out of my neighborhood, there was a car stopped at the light in front of me. There was another car stopped on the other side of the intersection. As another car came down the major road it either honked at the car on the other side of the intersection or was honked at. In any case the car in front of me also honked, and got a honking response from the other vehicle. Just being a smart ale, I hit my horn.
The young African American lady in the car ahead of me began to wave out the window. The light changed and we both turned onto the main road where we hit another stop light a few blocks later. By now we were in different lanes side by side. She rolled her window down and said, "I like motorcycles. Can I ride with you?"
I simply don't remember exactly what I said, but it was something to the effect that I had to get to the store. About that time the light changed and I hauled it down the road the next stoplight where she again rolled up next to me.
"I want to ride with you," she said. My brother can drive my car." I looked a little closer and saw there were two large males with her. Not sure which one was her "brother."
"I think I'd better just head to the store." I told her.
"Don't want to get in trouble." she said.
"Yep," I said as the light turned green. She turned off about a mile later into a rough neighborhood.
I don't guess I really know what a "Business" lady looks like, but I wouldn't have thought she was one. She looked like a college kid. I guess she was though, and when I honked she thought I was trying it initiate something.

[Jess from VA]

So I'm tooling thru Old Town Alexandria VA a couple years ago with the spousal unit on the back on a warm Sun afternoon.  My bike has stock unmodified exhaust and we are casually dressed, not presenting a scooter trash image in any way.  It's light to light all the way thru town, and a new Town Car with a man and wife and two (14-something) daughters in the back, all dressed as if coming from church, pull up next to me (windows down).   I immediately see his gas door is open and cap hanging down by its tether (not close enough for me to close for him). 

My wife leans forward and says "tell him before the light changes."   So I turn and try to make eye contact, and he clearly tries to avoid eye contact, the light changes, and in an uncharacteristic moment of verbal confusion, I yell "hey buddy, your gas hole is open."  My wife bursts out laughing as do the two daughters, but the guy just pulls away as if I have accosted him.  I normally can speak quite clearly and do not know why I chose those particular words,  I had no intention to be insulting, it just happened.