No longer a two-wheeler (except under my own power). Reflexes at 65 aren't what they used to be. Still love speed, though, especially in the twisties. Current fave: 2003 Honda S2000 with modified suspension and air intake. Lots of back roads around here (California Central Coast).
I've got a nice biker story, though. Years ago, when working for a big LA law firm, I ran out of gas on a Sunday around midnight in Hollywood (had to be at work early Monday). Pulled into a famous diner (sorry, I forget the name of the place; Norm's, I think), with a biker gang's hogs in the parking lot. Headed inside, mentioned my plight, and a tatooed denizen of the place asked the waitress (Heidi) for an empty glass. We headed out to the lot, he siphoned gas from his Harley into the glass, and poured it into my tank. Got me to a gas station. AND THEN...I spilled around a sandy curve on Mulholland Drive on the way home. Another biker came to my aid. As he helped me up, he told me there's just two kind of bikers: "Them that's been down, and them that's goin' down." I was happy to have paid my dues that night!
I've got a nice biker story, though. Years ago, when working for a big LA law firm, I ran out of gas on a Sunday around midnight in Hollywood (had to be at work early Monday). Pulled into a famous diner (sorry, I forget the name of the place; Norm's, I think), with a biker gang's hogs in the parking lot. Headed inside, mentioned my plight, and a tatooed denizen of the place asked the waitress (Heidi) for an empty glass. We headed out to the lot, he siphoned gas from his Harley into the glass, and poured it into my tank. Got me to a gas station. AND THEN...I spilled around a sandy curve on Mulholland Drive on the way home. Another biker came to my aid. As he helped me up, he told me there's just two kind of bikers: "Them that's been down, and them that's goin' down." I was happy to have paid my dues that night!