I went for a ride with my buddy Kelly (Silver 08, stock, not a member). We used to work the nightclubs together, and with me being 6'4 320lbs, and him at 6'8 405 lbs, I look like a runt next to him.
Anyways, gorgeous day out, so we head south out of town. I needed gas, so we hit a big station on the edge of the city. I fill up, he pulls into a stall one spot over from a pair of identical Harley's with Texas plates (we get a lot of oilfield guys up here). So there's a car in between Kelly and these two bikes, and he's crouched down wiping his intakes. The two Harley guys come out, and are looking at mine. I say "nice bikes".
Their response? One says:
"better than that piece of sh** Jap bike"
The other says:
"f***ing ni**er bike".
Did I mention Kelly is black? And about eight feet away? Whoops. Back in our nightclub days I've seen what happens to guys that drop the N-bomb in his presence. He stands up and says:
"What the F did you just say?"
Now Kelly has the silhouette of a Kodiak bear, and these poor guys had no idea he was there. They froze and looked panicked. They looked at each other, they looked at me, they looked at their bikes, they turned white as ghosts, and I think one of them might have pooped a little. I guess these Rascist jack offs forgot they were in Canada and can't carry handguns, and certainly didnt look like they could go hand to hand against either of us, let alone both of us. They straight up didn't know what to do. Kelly walks around the car (and I'm thinking we're going to jail) up to the two Harley's, pulls out his... Ummm... Junk... and proceeds to rub it all over thier grips, tanks, seats, and both guys are standing there frozen with no idea what to do. He then says (and this is one of the most awesome things I've ever witnessed) "Now these are Ni**er bikes too." I tell them to play nice while I go inside to pay for my gas, I come out and Kelly's siting on one of the bikes, junk still out, lightly humping it. The two guys still haven't really moved or regained thier colour yet. I tell them "Can you hurry up and apologize so we can get on with our day?"
They mumbled two apologies under their breath. Kelly made them repeat it louder and with more feeling, because he didn't believe they meant it. Anyways, we finished our ride and I've been home for an hour or two and no cops yet, so I guess it's all good.
Anyways, gorgeous day out, so we head south out of town. I needed gas, so we hit a big station on the edge of the city. I fill up, he pulls into a stall one spot over from a pair of identical Harley's with Texas plates (we get a lot of oilfield guys up here). So there's a car in between Kelly and these two bikes, and he's crouched down wiping his intakes. The two Harley guys come out, and are looking at mine. I say "nice bikes".
Their response? One says:
"better than that piece of sh** Jap bike"
The other says:
"f***ing ni**er bike".
Did I mention Kelly is black? And about eight feet away? Whoops. Back in our nightclub days I've seen what happens to guys that drop the N-bomb in his presence. He stands up and says:
"What the F did you just say?"
Now Kelly has the silhouette of a Kodiak bear, and these poor guys had no idea he was there. They froze and looked panicked. They looked at each other, they looked at me, they looked at their bikes, they turned white as ghosts, and I think one of them might have pooped a little. I guess these Rascist jack offs forgot they were in Canada and can't carry handguns, and certainly didnt look like they could go hand to hand against either of us, let alone both of us. They straight up didn't know what to do. Kelly walks around the car (and I'm thinking we're going to jail) up to the two Harley's, pulls out his... Ummm... Junk... and proceeds to rub it all over thier grips, tanks, seats, and both guys are standing there frozen with no idea what to do. He then says (and this is one of the most awesome things I've ever witnessed) "Now these are Ni**er bikes too." I tell them to play nice while I go inside to pay for my gas, I come out and Kelly's siting on one of the bikes, junk still out, lightly humping it. The two guys still haven't really moved or regained thier colour yet. I tell them "Can you hurry up and apologize so we can get on with our day?"
They mumbled two apologies under their breath. Kelly made them repeat it louder and with more feeling, because he didn't believe they meant it. Anyways, we finished our ride and I've been home for an hour or two and no cops yet, so I guess it's all good.