Post by chaplain on Mar 27, 2010 2:33:54 GMT -6
Right after Navy bootcamp in San Diego I bought a brand new Kawasaki 900 Z1. My first real "ride" was to San Francisco. I'm sitting in a Der Wienerschnitzel (Hope I spelled that right) a fast food Hot Dog stand just outside Frisco. I was sittin' outside at a table eating a chilli dog when it began to thunder, or so I thought. Turns out it was about 25-30 Hells Angels on Harleys. There's this one HUUUGE 
guy on a Harley Trike. He gets off and comes right up to me and says I'm (you guessed it...)TINY. I'm shakin' in my boots (actually they were tenny treads) 'cause this guy was so big he blocked out the Sun, and he asks me if this is the new Cow he'd been hearing so much about. How am I suppose to know if this is THE "Cow" he's been hearing about? Well anyway he says "Let me ride it a little ways." I didn't have a gun or anything and it wouldn't have made any difference anyway so "Yeah go ahead I says" trying to be as cool as I can considering. Well this guy is gone for around a half hour or so and I'm thinking, "Well that's it, my bike is gone and there ain't nothin' I can do about it." 
Well he comes back! ;D He says "Do you know that bike will do at least 160?" I had only had it up to about 130 and I knew there was a lot more in it, but I hadn't found a place to do that and if I had I'm not sure I would have done it, but I nod as if I do...still sweatin' bullets but tryin' to stay as cool as possible. This whole time the movie "Hells Angels on Wheels" is flashing through my mind and I just know this is my last day on earth. He says "where you from kid?" Not thinking clearly I say Alton, Illinois. He says "You rode that bike all the way from Illinois?" Snapped back to the here and now, I say no, no I just got out of boot camp in SanDiego and I bought this thing about 2 weeks ago and just rode up here last night. Then he says "I hate rice burners!" I dang near soiled myself. "But that's one bad assed bike kid." Tiny then asks "You headin' back south kid?" Yeah I was just going to leave when you pulled up. "We'll ride with ya, just to make sure you get there." Now I'm really shakin'. Well we rode out of the city east to "The 5" as they call it and headed south. They put me right behind Tiny's trike and surrounded me with Harleys. The whole ride is still pretty much a blur until we get to an off ramp at L. A. when for no apparent reason and no fore warning to me they all just took the off ramp and I was completely alone on I-5. About 10 seconds later I knew for sure that the 1973 Kawasaki 900 Z1 would indeed run at least 160mph. ;D For at least a couple of miles anyway. I'm still wondering though, How did a guy THAT BIG get that bike up to 160? Maybe he didn't, but maybe he got close enough to figure it would if it had a lighter rider on. I dunno. 
BTW I NEVER rode to San Francisco again. 
guy on a Harley Trike. He gets off and comes right up to me and says I'm (you guessed it...)TINY. I'm shakin' in my boots (actually they were tenny treads) 'cause this guy was so big he blocked out the Sun, and he asks me if this is the new Cow he'd been hearing so much about. How am I suppose to know if this is THE "Cow" he's been hearing about? Well anyway he says "Let me ride it a little ways." I didn't have a gun or anything and it wouldn't have made any difference anyway so "Yeah go ahead I says" trying to be as cool as I can considering. Well this guy is gone for around a half hour or so and I'm thinking, "Well that's it, my bike is gone and there ain't nothin' I can do about it." 
Well he comes back! ;D He says "Do you know that bike will do at least 160?" I had only had it up to about 130 and I knew there was a lot more in it, but I hadn't found a place to do that and if I had I'm not sure I would have done it, but I nod as if I do...still sweatin' bullets but tryin' to stay as cool as possible. This whole time the movie "Hells Angels on Wheels" is flashing through my mind and I just know this is my last day on earth. He says "where you from kid?" Not thinking clearly I say Alton, Illinois. He says "You rode that bike all the way from Illinois?" Snapped back to the here and now, I say no, no I just got out of boot camp in SanDiego and I bought this thing about 2 weeks ago and just rode up here last night. Then he says "I hate rice burners!" I dang near soiled myself. "But that's one bad assed bike kid." Tiny then asks "You headin' back south kid?" Yeah I was just going to leave when you pulled up. "We'll ride with ya, just to make sure you get there." Now I'm really shakin'. Well we rode out of the city east to "The 5" as they call it and headed south. They put me right behind Tiny's trike and surrounded me with Harleys. The whole ride is still pretty much a blur until we get to an off ramp at L. A. when for no apparent reason and no fore warning to me they all just took the off ramp and I was completely alone on I-5. About 10 seconds later I knew for sure that the 1973 Kawasaki 900 Z1 would indeed run at least 160mph. ;D For at least a couple of miles anyway. I'm still wondering though, How did a guy THAT BIG get that bike up to 160? Maybe he didn't, but maybe he got close enough to figure it would if it had a lighter rider on. I dunno. 
BTW I NEVER rode to San Francisco again. 
