My wife and I and my brother, out for a pretty Saturday ride, stopped at the brewery in Philipsburg (MT) Saturday. The "Brit Iron Rebels Worldwide", identifiable by their matching logo-ed T-shirts, were in attendance - about a dozen or 15 or so, apparently from Missoula. What a bunch of posers, every bit as pretentious as the worst sort of pirate. Modern Bonnevilles and Thruxtons with the little shorty pipes or peashooters and clip-ons, wannabe rockers and mods...living the dream... Excessive noise is part of this culture, too.
They barely acknowledged us, let alone deigned to speak with us - heretics on Asian "prastic and aruminum..." As haughty as any H-D congregation.
We left a bit before that crew, but some caught up to us and passed us out on the open road. We were in a big, open valley with a few big sweepers that could be safely taken at 120 mph, but the Ace Cafe boys were hanging their butts off the seat at 80...! Ha! Funny! What was not funny was one of these asshats passing my brother on the right.
We headed from Drummond up toward Helmville, and another group of Brit Iron boys caught us at the bottom of a set of good twisties. Marilyn and I on the loaded FJR, brother Scott tucked in on his Bandit 1250 S (he's 62!)... I think they planned on giving us some lessons on riding hot, youngsters v. oldsters, etc... Right.
We headed into the twisties and Bro Scott and I rolled it on, running about 85 percent - 1/4-inch chicken strips. When we finished that 2-3 miles, there were no Brit Iron guys in sight in our mirrors. Once up on top, in the big pastures, we saw them again, about 3/4ths of a mile back. Apparently they can ride when the roads are straight, but... I wanted to ask them what sort of problem they'd had back there.
To each their own, I guess...
They barely acknowledged us, let alone deigned to speak with us - heretics on Asian "prastic and aruminum..." As haughty as any H-D congregation.
We left a bit before that crew, but some caught up to us and passed us out on the open road. We were in a big, open valley with a few big sweepers that could be safely taken at 120 mph, but the Ace Cafe boys were hanging their butts off the seat at 80...! Ha! Funny! What was not funny was one of these asshats passing my brother on the right.
We headed from Drummond up toward Helmville, and another group of Brit Iron boys caught us at the bottom of a set of good twisties. Marilyn and I on the loaded FJR, brother Scott tucked in on his Bandit 1250 S (he's 62!)... I think they planned on giving us some lessons on riding hot, youngsters v. oldsters, etc... Right.
We headed into the twisties and Bro Scott and I rolled it on, running about 85 percent - 1/4-inch chicken strips. When we finished that 2-3 miles, there were no Brit Iron guys in sight in our mirrors. Once up on top, in the big pastures, we saw them again, about 3/4ths of a mile back. Apparently they can ride when the roads are straight, but... I wanted to ask them what sort of problem they'd had back there.
To each their own, I guess...
