Got home last night to find that my wife had ordered Dominos Pizza. I dig pizza, but was hoping to get in a few miles last night. Having no self-control whatsoever, I had the meat-lover's pizza anyway. Later on after putting the kids to bed I got out on the road and immediately felt the brick of unhealthy food rotting in my stomach but kept pressing on. Climbed my first hill which wasn't terribly noteworthy, but the "food" in my stomach really made me feel pretty physically lousy and made the hill seem much worse than it actually was. At the top of the hill while it felt like my HR was through the roof and I was unable to breathe in/out deeply, I started burping up pizza. Being a man of conviction however, I promptly swallowed it back down though. We just paid for this stuff and I'm not about to spit up $2.00 worth of pizza on the side of the road.

On the descent on the other side of the hill the road runs alongside Lake Stevens for about 1/4 - 1/2 mile and I was riding along with a slight tailwind, but not really pushing it when I heard a motorcycle coming up behind me. I kept my spot in the road but moved over far enough to give him room to pass comfortably. Instead a guy on a Harley came up beside me slowly and with a smile on his face hollered "you know you're doing about 25?" I grinned and acknowledged him and then promptly pulled into his slipstream after he slowly continued past me. He kept his eye on me in his mirrors and then with a grin of his own promptly punched it for a couple of seconds. I jumped out of the saddle and sprinted back up to him - both of us with grins on our faces again, and held his wheel for another 100 yards or so as he'd slowed back down. As he approached another turn there were some folks doing some yard work who looked up as we approached and the biker pointed over his shoulder with his thumb while grinning (insinuating a "LOOK at this guy!"). We chatted it up for a minute afterwards, but parted ways at the next stop sign.

I promptly burped up and then swallowed my pizza again. And again. It doesn't taste as great the 3rd time.

Lesson learned: I dig the route I chose and the weather was literally perfect for an evening ride, but made an awful choice on the pre-ride dinner.

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Great story. I had this experience once on the Blue Ridge Parkway on my bike. I was on a lengthy descent (probably 3 or 4 miles) when I heard a motorcyle behind me. There was no other traffic about, and we took turns leading down the mountain. He was laughing, I was laughing, a good time was had by all.

I laughed at a story my Dad told about that once as well. He said he was cruising the Blue Ridge Parkway on his HD, and came up on a loaded touring bicyclist. He passed the guy, but then couldn't stay in front of him as the guy was doing about 45 on the descents. He talked to the guy, ends up he was riding to TN from WV.

That's pretty cool. I've had a couple Harley guys and gals comment positively on my choice of two wheel conveyance.

Yeah, more times than not the folks on motorcyles wave at me as they pass like they do with other motorcylists. I guess it's a two wheel thing...

Real men motorpace Harleys. Scooters are for wussy.

As one who lives in the home of Harley-Davidson, Trek and Waterford - Wisconsin - there has always been peaceful co-existence between bikers and cyclists here. The only thing to remember is when somebody here asks if you ride, you have to specifiy a Hog or bicycle.

I always get thumbs up from Hog riders when I am on my bike. They are good people.

This guy had leathers, the tiny little cap helmet, etc., but was sure a cool guy. Fun person to share the road with for sure.

Fun story.

Generalization that I have found...

The bigger and meaner looking the Harley rider is the nicer he/she is...

Not a generalization but fact...

Meat Lovers before a ride is no love feast...

The biggest toughest looking Harley riders come to me to talk about the little dog in the trike. The last one weighed at least 350 lbs. (minimum) he owns a chiwowa. (sp?). The one before that had the same kind of dog I have, and another one.

I have several friends who work for Harley. They told me how to tell what kind of person a rider is. Remember, most Harley riders are making at least high five figures in salary. Those Hogs are not cheap. Look at their hands. They might have the earing, the pony tail, the tatoos and the leathers. But, if their hands are clean and there is no grease under the nails, odds are the guy is a dentist or a stock brokerliving out a fantasy. Doesn't mean he is not good people, just that you have more in common with him then you might realize.

The guys with dirty hands are good people too, just so you know.

My generalization about Harleys: crappy bikes for stupid people.

Pedals are for REAL bikers.

i'm not your typical HD rider @ 6'0'' 155#

somedays it is hard to choose which one of my two wheel machines to mount up... and i never acknowledge cyclists, i might lose street cred!

sorry for the giant pics

No, you're not.