I think one of the funniest things I've seen, was actually a reverse kind of situation. When I was a kid, my riding buddies and I would spend our days at a local stripmine. We had a couple small tracks laid out and there were hillclimbs out the ying-yang, as well as woods trails. There was a gas station just down the road, we frequented for gas and food. Across the road, lived this older guy...he and his buddies were true redneck stereotypes (so were their kids) and all had street bikes. They were usually gathered on the front porch, drinking beer when we stopped for gas.
Now and then, we'd be riding on the track and hear something strange, coming from behind. We'd look back and see one or more of these old guys....drunk to the gills, nothing but T-shirts, shorts and tennis shoes and riding Sportsters, Honda CB750s, Kaw 900s, Bonnevilles, etc. Most of 'em were full-dress, with fairings, saddlebags, windshield (usually the first to go) and such. It was hilarious but I gotta' give the ol' coots credit....they could almost keep up! They usually came in groups of 4 or more and would get into racing each other, as well as us kids on "them rice-burners". They'd often limp out with themselves and their bikes in pretty bad shape but sooner or later, they'd be back. :laugh:
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