I'm one of the many riders that would stop to help someone without regard
to what brand is on their gas tank.
So, call me an old school waver.
My mechanic friend was on his yellow GL1800 coming back from Daytona one
year and stopped to help a HD rider.
Before he could get off the bike, the man in trouble hollered out something
like, "I don't need no help from some rice riding s.o.b."
Dan just shrugged and said, "Your loss. I'm a professional motorcycle and
aircraft mechanic. You can just sit your a** right there and wait on
someone else." and left.
eddie
> [Original Message]
> From: Joe Nelson
> To:
> Date: 7/22/2009 8:44:59 AM
> Subject: Re: The wave. -NKLR
>
> Speaking of The Wave, in this month's Motorcyclist magazine, Mike Seate
editorializes against what he calls "one of the sport's most enduring
annoyances."
>
> He says it used to mean; "Hi, friend. If something goes wrong, I've got
your back." Today, it's more like "Hey, I bought a bike, so I'm as cool as
you, right?" Mike goes on to characterize The Wave as an "overt display of
kinship between people who've never actually met is big-time phony." And as
"showy, self-serving and theatrical." His premise is that it's annoying at
best and dangerous at worst.
>
> Geez, lighten up, Mike.
>
> JOE in WI
>