Modern Vespa

My friend Bob and I and my wife Lisa were coming back down from a ride, (so Two 500s and my wife on her 250GTS). In the canyon heading home there was an unending line of Motorcycles coming up the hill, and a woman on an Mp3 250, following her husband ( on the usual overly big testosterone machine).

We got the biggest, wildest, happiest wave from her! Not the cool low down to the side wave, but frantic joyous waves--thrilled no doubt to see someone on a machine like hers!

I grinned all the way home.

Kindred spirits wherever met must be acknowledged enthusiastically.

It's a rule.

Somewhere...

+1

You guys who drive on the right have a huge advantage in being able to 'wave'. Here we are limited to a 'nod'. Never in urban areas though, you'd get some sort of RSI there are so many bikes and scooters. Oh, and never to learners for some reason, though I always make a point of nodding to those learners out with instructors. One hopes they will ask *why* they were acknowledged.

That's cool, and on the few times it has happened to me i did the same thing

(on the usual overly big testosterone machine).
You guys must be really glad. I have been riding my MP3 here for 18 months and I only bumped into one 500 over a year ago. Have never seen one since.

Hey Jim, after my living in the UK for a spell(Sheffield and Nottingham), perhaps while you're on the subject of learners, you'd like to explain to all the Yanks what it means in England when you see a lovely young lady out with friends, decked out in her wedding dress, and a large "L" metal sign around her neck.... I had fun finding that out for myself during my first pub crawl.

Ahem. <cough> I think you'll find she's lying.

So the "L" around her neck means Liar? lol

The 'L' stands for 'Learner'. She's lying, for sure.

, Man I wish we had that tradition over here in the states . Since it's 'late night' I figure I'll give you a good chuckle Jim...

So my FIRST DAY in England was made up of me landing early and heading off to Nottingham. Got there and had the day 'off' from work since I had arrived a day early with my friend Ed. We decided it would be great to see the castle while there. Took a taxi and the cabbie gave us an odd look when we asked for the trip. I told Ed, but he said it was because of my accent. Got to the castle and had to pay 12 Pounds to get in! Sheesh I thought, that's a lot! Anyway, paid at the bottom of the hill and trekked up to the info booth/gate. Got a pamphlet. My friend Ed went in first and darted up the hill...eager to get some water(it was blazin hot). So as I stroll, I open the pink pamphlet expecting to see interesting facts about Nottingham and its castle. Instead it says "Welcom to England's Largest GAY FESTIVAL!"...I'm praying they mean "happy" when they say that. I round the hill to see my friend Ed staring blankly at a live crossdressing Madonna performing on a concert stage with a ton of leather clad, buttless chaps cheering. We were both so damn cheap, we still went on the guided tour of the cavern/wine cellars and the castlegrounds. We stayed 20 feet away from each other the whole tour. We weren't giving up our 12 Pounds that easy! Lol. We flipped a coin at the end to see who had to go get a foot long hot dog and water from the concession stands...we were starving. I still have the pamphlet somewhere Of ALL THE DAYS TO VISIT!

OK OK

Don't leave us guessing. What does the whole thing mean?

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Heh. Good story - well told.

There is still an element of 'happy' in the word 'gay'. Although one earlier meaning has been 'taken over', it still applies.