This goes back a few years. I had borrowed my brother's bike as mine was in the LBS for repairs. At that time, his was pretty much a generic 3 speed with the brand name 'Plymouth' on it. Was stopped at a stoplight and a guy in full kit and quite the beer gut comes up alongside me, glances over, and kind of snorts. "Something funny?" I ask. He's like 'Plymouth is a crappy car brand. Do they make crappy bikes as well?' I don't remember what brand bike he was riding, but I replied, as the light changed, "well, at least I'm not trying to be a poser." He gave me a half-hearted middle finger as he sped off. I still chuckle about it when I think of him (granted, which isn't often LOL).
Originally Posted by
Jeff Neese
Wow - I would have thought my prostitute story was unique, but it seems not!
I was riding down Michigan Avenue through Detroit, late at night, and came to a seedy rent-by-the-hour motel and rode through the parking lot to take a look, when one of the local girls yelled out "Hey, is that the only thing you're riding tonight?".