Adventure bikes with all panniers fitted and nothing in them, empty, zero, nothing, why ?. Now nothing against gs's but why do a high number of gs riders wear, Rukka gear and a peaked helmet ? . Neon lights wtf is that all about. Postage size number plates. Reving the fcuk out of a stationary bike. Scrubs on a road bike. Getting off your bike and instantly checking your back tyre. Weaving down the road warming your tyres up in a 30mph zone. 3d gel stickers. Them stupid skull/union flag/flame style tank pads. Posting pics of your bike with huge chicken strips and then defending yourself by saying only just had them fitted. Repsol leathers. Mirror visors, just buy a tinted one.
Race team jacket/fleece with matching cap, Usually seen in abundance at a BSB round. Usually the wearer is a 50+ year old bloke, beer belly, rides a Suzuki Bandit with twin headlight conversion, splattering of badly anodised tat, wanky ebay end can. Aformetioned jacket, Nitro helmet, Jeans, Oxtar boots. We've all seen this bloke.
There is a flipside to this, the people who are obsessive about all bikes being totally standard as they came from the factory. Ducati -nor any other manufacturer- did not put the best of everything on all their bikes due to cost. So better hoses, fasteners, levers, shocks, wheels, seats, brake reservoirs etc are probably better than the originals ever were, and if comparing to a twenty year old used item, almost definitely. Then colour? Some people apparently like shiney primer? Then there are others who love bright orange... Compared to that, gold anything is better!
Middle aged bloated bikers who bleat on and on about really boring shite at bike meet ups, those who use the expression ‘what are you running, oh I’m running this’ then go on to write all that crap down and share their thoughts on some random bike forum. Oh and wheel tape stuff.
Girls. Girls should be banned from riding bikes. It’s a mans job. Stick to doing the washing up. Pillions. Pillions spoil the aesthetics and ruin the handling. Leave them at home.
The daft stuck-on number board on the front of my bike. But I don't want to take it off in case the previous owner put it on to hide loads of stone chips. And me. I ruin the look of my bike, being too tall and perched atop of it with a silly hat on, and even sillier knee sliders that are battered only from rummaging around trying to find dropped earplugs but are left on because I don't want dinnerplate-sized patches of fluffy velcro on my keks.
