AHHHhhh, but Gerhed think of how we now, so cherish them "Puckered, Scary Moments" when we we have encounters with them older scary guys...
Reminds me of a day in 74, when I rode off ahead of our little pack of 7 or 8 riders on my 350 twin trusty chopper.
Ran a CL tank, which meant frequent gas stops. So I am riding thru the Fraser Canyon and I have to get gas soon as I can.
Spot a gas station up ahead, and prepare to turn in and notices it is full of bikes.. big bikes.. I mean BIG bikes
.. and all the guys are wearing colours..
Well I needed gas so I pulled up to a pump, started filling up, heard a few (snide? ) comments.. like nice bike kid.. etc, bit of snickering, put in my 1.16, paid and left..
Got about 1/2 mile away from them, and it quickly became apparent that the foam cushion that I had been using to minimize the pain of my cobra seat, was missing.. I left it at the gas pump..
.. yeah, I had to go back..
I went back, wheeled up to the pump, all eyes were upon me as I deftly picked up the btight orange cushion tucked it under my ass and rode off.. pretty sure then guys were snickering & laughing.. but I had to go.. miles to make ya know..
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For those that did not yet have the pleasure, you are missing out..
Cobra seat, a resonably priced, somewhat attractive piece of, aluminum, foam and hide of a wild nauga.... Sounds nice so far, but with an inch and a quarter of foam, it felt more like riding on a piece of 2x4..
.. quite painful, moreso on bike that vibrated a lot..
I bet a few of us remember, the rest well ya gotta try it..
, to believe it.