Not many people know that Wooly is a member of an all men's club. The assholes club, that is what they call themselves anyway and Yep, They are some assholes. . It is no big deal, and I think I know probably 75 percent of the members and have been riding motorcycles with these assholes for over two decades. They taught me some neat tricks when I first started riding, and I am sure I have amused them more then one time. Now being around the Assholes for so long, I sometimes forget that in fact, I am not a member, nor can I ever be. But being around them for so long I sometimes think I am! Hell, I called for a vote at one of their meetings. That actually freaked a couple of wife's out as "NO WOMEN" are in the club and here I was calling for a vote at the Christmas meeting with a lot of the Assholes.
Anyway the president of the club stopped by and called for a ride. Me being me, "cool where we going and when we going?". He got quite, now, there is something I think I have seen maybe once before. "No women! This is a men only ride." I have never been out and out told I could not ride with them so thinking something was up said okay guys have fun. Besides, I had to replace a much needed rear tire on the Submarine and was going to be busy for most of the day. After wards they decided it was okay for some of the girls to meet them at a bar afterwards. Where I drank a couple glasses of wine. When we left and was all riding home as a group I got to thinking of how much I have rode motorcycles with these guys and how much I have learned from them.
Being one of the first girls around that these assholes would allow to ride I was excepted into the riding part of the club. I learned to take clover leafs faster, as they would leave my ass behind if I did not catch up. No slack because I was a girl, in fact I think they might have had more fun pushing me to the limits because of it. I think they turned it into a game of lets see how well she really can handle a bike.
One time when I had first got Mydol, we was headed to the Kings house for his annual Birthday/Asshole meet. Wooly whipped into the gravel driveway and headed to the back of the house. Me, going slightly faster then I should have, hit my brakes. MOST of the time this is simple as breathing. Well going from manual drum brakes to dual disc brakes...Lets say I hit my brake just like I was riding my old 69. I barely had the thing stopped and I thought I was doing good holding it up from it wanting to throw me on the ground..... Well had seemed like a life-time but was only a minute or two came the VP of the Asshole club after laughing his ass off at me he came and helped me regroup.
Then there was the time I ran into the King... Yep on bikes at that. We was all out for a little block, Wooly and mom was in the lead, then the King, Me behind the King and the Queen behind Wooly. Why we was riding like that I still have no idea but we was. We had all came up to a intersection, stopped seen the car that was coming had on its turn signal, Wooly pulls out. The King goes and starts to pull out and me follow him in fast pursuit. But at the very last nan- second I turned to just make sure the car really was turning. And that was when the Kings bike stalled and died. Yep I looked back just in time to smack the back of his legs with my crash bar damn good thing we was not going fast.
And lets not forget the time there was about 10 bikes riding, and the boys had had a drink or two and was being boys... Well after being good for as long as could I decided to play with the big boys and passed all their asses... Then there was the time some chooper gave me that nod... you know the one I am talking about. I turned to Wooly he smiled and gave me a wink. I gave fellow chopper guy the nod back and when the light turned Chopper dude eand me took off. I know Chopper dude was thinking look a little old lady on a geezer glide. Hell I might have thought that myself a long time ago. But the thing he did not think of is little old lady riding big bike that does not even know she is on it. Easy peasy and I think I was lauging when I did it.
Point being, and was said best by a friend of mine, boys and girls are differnt and do every thing different including ride different. Boys take pride in not putting there feet down at stops. They have a secert points game about how many cars they can pass. Girls, ...they obey the laws.
