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Lyn-Del
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« on: July 08, 2011, 02:28:08 PM »

While I was out running around today, I stopped at a craft store that's not quite ready to open.  The owners invited me in, and while we were talking, the door opened again and a man walked in.  He went to the owner's husband and started talking to him about "his" motorcycle.  The husband pointed to where his wife and I were talking and said "It's her bike"  so he started talking to the wife!  I told him he was looking for me.

He asked me if I lived in the area, I asked if he'd seen the Texas plates (no).

I'm sure we'll meet again, but it may be a while before he assumes a Valkyrie means a Male Rider. Grin
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« Reply #1 on: July 08, 2011, 02:32:55 PM »

The Missouri chapter of the now defunct VOA (Show-Me Valks) had three female riders out of a group of 25.  Not bad, considering there weren't many female riders way back in the late 1990's!   Grin
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« Reply #2 on: July 08, 2011, 03:02:28 PM »

I get what you're saying for sure, but must comment...

You don't fit any stereotype...anywhere! Cheesy

Not just a men/women thing either...couple years ago I took my Dad to the car dealership because he had done all his preliminary shopping and was going to buy a new car. The only reason I took him is he wasn't trading anything in (gave the old POS to my brother) and was going to drive the new car home. He just needed a ride!

The salesclown AND his boss, kept talking to me! Despite me saying on several occasions, "He's the one buying!"

I even tried walking away to leave Dad and them to it, but they followed me!

They just assumed--older guy had brought me for advice and I was the one they were trying to "sell".

We actually left and he bought the car at a different dealer.

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« Reply #3 on: July 08, 2011, 03:10:57 PM »

Lyn-Del, you are ONE of a kind!  cooldude
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« Reply #4 on: July 08, 2011, 04:36:56 PM »

. ...my mom worked since I was in kindergarten...she waited till then because she couldnt afford a baby sitter and there was no such thing as Day Care back then....

....She was smart as a whip, especially wwhen it came to math, and started out in Accounting at RCA. Growing up, none of my other friends moms worked. We were looked down on in most of the neighborhoods we lived in,because back then...women didnt work, and the talk in the coffee clutch was about how...those Spencer boys are out of control..(probably true to an extent  Evil ) .....anyway....she didnt learn to drive until she was in her forties...always paid someone she worked with to pick her up in the morning and drop her off in the evening.


At the end of every month they had something called "closing", where they balanced the books. She would go in at 6 am and get home around 1 am. She always went that "extra mile" and made sure her work was always done...correctly. She loved to tell the story about the time she went to buy her first new car. She went to the dealer and the salesman smiled and told her...mam...come back with your husband. She replied, that wont be necessary, that she would go purchase a car somewhere else....to which the salesman replied...mam..sit down...I,ll sell you the car.


She saved up for years, and bought us a brand new home for us to live in, after years of being poor and living in duplexes. In the 1980,s she was made the Manager of Accounting...she was the first woman in ANY management posistion in the history of RCA.


A few years before she passed, I went with her to her bank to take care fo a few Money Market and CD,s she had there. The woman takineg care of her made a mistake in her math...which my mom saw immediately and pointed out to her, She told my mom that, that wasnt the case...her math was correct...my mother insisted. So the woman went over to the Bank Manager and had a breif discussion with him. The Bank Manager rose from his desk and came over to my mother..slightly red faced and said...Mrs Spencer..Im so sorry...you were correct and the mistake has been corrected. I just looked at my brother and grinned...that was my mom !  Cool
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« Reply #5 on: July 08, 2011, 05:04:25 PM »

I get what you're saying for sure, but must comment...

You don't fit any stereotype...anywhere! Cheesy

Is that a good thing?  Or a bad thing?

The salesclown AND his boss, kept talking to me! Despite me saying on several occasions, "He's the one buying!

I think it's a car salesman thing -- when I bought my Jeep, they kept trying to sell it to my (now ex-) husband.  Finally, tired of me trying to discuss price with them, tihe salesman turned to Husband and said "You seem like a reasonable man, what do YOU think the Jeep is worth?"  He replied "About $14.  I don't want it -- SHE does, it's her car!"

So when I accompany a male friend to buy a truck a few years later, the sales guy kept trying to sell it to ME!

There must be some kinda profit in it, or they wouldn't keep doing it.
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« Reply #6 on: July 08, 2011, 05:08:22 PM »

I get what you're saying for sure, but must comment...

You don't fit any stereotype...anywhere! Cheesy

Is that a good thing?  Or a bad thing?


It's a very good thing!
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« Reply #7 on: July 08, 2011, 05:17:16 PM »

Anybody who questions women riders just needs to follow Vickey Duffy or Tracy through the twisties...

'nuff said!
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« Reply #8 on: July 08, 2011, 05:23:01 PM »

took my wife to a toyota dealer in st charles (several yrs ago)

told the salesman we were looking for a car for my wife. he rubbed his hands and said what do we have in an automatic..............

wife said he just pooped in his nest, she was looking for a stick. we left, went to the vw dealer.

salesman said "yes ma'm, stick or auto, sedan or wagon?

we bought a quantum wagon on the spot. Smiley

Oh ya, her nickname is "mario" cooldude cooldude

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Lyn-Del
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« Reply #9 on: July 08, 2011, 05:35:05 PM »

OK, now I "need" to share a favorite moment of stereotypy .......... I was riding my Hayabusa, and had stopped at a convenience store to get a drink.   As I threw my leg over the bike to leave, a man said "Does your husband know you're riding his bike?" 

"I don't have one." I replied.

"That doesn't mean you should take his."

"No, I mean I don't have a HUSBAND ....." as I backed out and took off.  The look on his face was priceless.
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