Reminded of something I saw one afternoon in a quiet pub/bar where the gentle buzz of conversation was suddenly drowned out by the roaring pipes of about 5 gigantoid bikes pulling into the parking lot. The riders sat around on their idling bikes for about 5-10 minutes revving their engines and talking (and how the hell do they even hear each other speak with all that vvVROOOOOMMMmm vvVROOOOOMMMmm happening?!), and then mercifully cut their engines.
Then they all trooped in and walked up to the bar, not noticing or ignoring all the eyedaggers the other patrons were throwing at them, and then…
…the bartender, who admittedly was pretty big and tough-looking (shaven head, tattoos, bulgy muscles) but must also have had a pair of massive solid steel ones…
…came over to their end of the bar and literally YELLED in their faces “GOOD AFTERNOON GENTLEMEN, HOW MAY I HELP YOU?”
Everyone in the pub was all staring and WTF because it looked like the bartender was losing it but he wasn’t cursing or anything, so . One of the biker guys muttered something like “fuck dude, what are you shouting for” and the bartender cheerfully responded at the top of his lungs “NO OFFENSE, SIR! I JUST THOUGHT IT WOULD BE COURTEOUS TO TRY TO PROVIDE YOU WITH THE VOLUME LEVEL YOU PREFER! WHAT MAY I GET FOR YOU?”
Then of course the rest of us all got it and a roar of laughter went up, and everybody started carrying on their own conversations at the top of their lungs. It was about time for us to leave and I wasn’t too sure if this was going to lead to trouble, so we slipped out of there without seeing how the situation played out, but man that laugh was very satisfying.
I wish we would all talk to loud-pipes riders like that when they get off their machines, and see how they like dealing with massive-asshole levels of noise.
y’know, I’ve been through motorcycle safety class, have (briefly) ridden a motorcycle on-road. seen countless near-misses on the road where someone in a car “just didn’t see” the person on the bike, and even seen the aftermath of a couple of not-so-good situations on the highway, I’ll let the motorcycles have any advantage possible. The stakes are a lot higher; you forget to look and change lanes into a car, you dent metal. you forget to look and change lanes into a motorcycle, someone’s getting hurt.
of course, I’m that asshole who has loud Flowmasters on his car, so feel free to ignore me.
Not after reading the rest of the posts on this page…
If people were in the habit of walking in the middle of the freeway, would you let them launch fireworks every few feet to make sure they had every advantage possible?
. One of the biker guys muttered something like “fuck dude, what are you shouting for” and the bartender cheerfully responded at the top of his lungs “NO OFFENSE, SIR! I JUST THOUGHT IT WOULD BE COURTEOUS TO TRY TO PROVIDE YOU WITH THE VOLUME LEVEL YOU PREFER! WHAT MAY I GET FOR YOU?”