Fella came past me yesterday while I was parked up checking my phone. Turned round and came back. Just wanted a chat. Maybe I should have told him to feck off
Ah, so that's how you become an elite member, by posting completely irrelevant, unhelpful or idiotic posts. Must remember that :Banghead: Thanks for that insightful post, Most helpful.
What didnt you like then and how is it irrelevant? A guy was going the other way past me, turned around, came back, 'nice bike mate' stopped had a chat. Sounds pretty familiar to me.
the point is ! the point is !!!!! im fecking stupid and never read the op that you hadnt a pilion ......nothing else to see here move on everyone.
Well it sounds quite dodgy to me and I reckon you did the right thing. People who really want to chat about bikes normally manage to engage some sort of conversation, and don't zoom off in the opposite direction to which they came from. I suppose that if I were a tea-leaf, I might do exactly the same thing: follow a bike I fancied nicking home to see where it lived and maybe start a pseudo conversation with its owner to see if there was any extra info I could gather. But then I'm just paranoid.
Went out for a ride the other week... saw what I thought was another KTM rider, tried to catch up to him but couldn't keep up.. then phew.. when he finally broke down at some shops I clocked he wasnt on a red fart ass KTM, he was on a big fast Ducati.. so I got the hell out of there!
A few laps round a roundabout, or keep going round the block will soon sort out who's following and who's just going the same way. Pulling into a local police station should shake off anyone dodgy too. But, only riding old shit doesn't give me the worry I used to have.
I had one of those inquisitive Beemer types following me for ages the other day eventually I got fed up with him and snotted off at a pace, "f'ck you" I thought "try following me now with your big blue flashing lights"
I live in a city (woo, eh?) and in this city scumbags from all over the place like to come and nick bikes they can probably make a pretty decent scumbag living off by them parting out. Fuckin love my bikes. They feel like 'ideal' family to my warped brain, even the less good ones. It's troublesome. If you're a tinker type then you'll be putting not inconsiderable type, effort, and money into making it suit you a bit better. This shit takes time, and involvement. I recently started fitting two trackers to my bikes. They use a PAYG SIM card, which I've got set to auto top-up (with a limit of five quid) and the trackers cost me around about thirty five quid each including cables, power supplies, charging cables, magnetic optional cover etc (eBay). Once I sobered up enough to actually read some of the manual I quickly figured out how to stop the fucker texting me because it thought it had moved, or had a shock, or whatever, they've been a GREAT peace of mind. Just to know that I can interrogate its location at will and that it should tell me if it's being 'bothered' has honestly changed a part of my life that could never leave a bike in the street without being partly-distracted with whether some fucker was loading it into a van, of that I could leave home for a day or more without worrying about the same. Get cheapo non-subscription trackers and web cam security coverage of your home/garage. It costs fuck all these days to sort the lot - less than one set of tyres anyway - and the relief it can bring is worth it times over if you've got problems like I do. I can now leave a bike and be confident it will tell me it's on the move and my phone will show me in real time where it's going on a proper friggin map. For friggin free. Yeah, you better believe it - I can eat my friggin lunch without occasionally being troubled by stuff that isn't actually happening. Just need to figure out how to apply that result to the rest of my life.
Wow! Reading stuff like this really makes me appreciate where I live. There's crime everywhere but some just can't get away from it no matter how hard they try and no matter how much security they put into protecting their possessions. I keep my bikes in a secure as possible garage, but I keep my Panigale in the kitchen as it's the most valuable. This works well as I have the missus locked in there 24hrs a day, so she can keep an eye on it whilst she's doing the cooking and washing. And if anyone was brave/stupid enough to try nicking it she'd poison them with her food
I had a bloke on a gsx-r 750 plus pillion follow me last weekend. Turned out he wanted to have a chat about my Tuono as he was thinking of getting one. (Set him straight on that: don't be a dick and save yourself the grief that is Aprilia). Turned out he was the son of one of the old boys in the village, he was out with his Doris for a blast, saw me and figured he'd have a chat. Interesting that I live in a wee village in the home counties and wasn't concerned about his attentions. An example of how our environment can affect our behaviours perhaps?
The second post in as many minutes in which I'll agree with nothingfaced. It's an area thing. A guy on a bike almost as expensive as mine pulling alongside, I would just assume he was a like minded guy who wanted to chat bikes. When I was looking at multistradas, had I been out on the R1 and seen a mutley I too would have pulled up for a pop quiz on the Duke
