I was on my way home from a stupendous ride--got in 120 miles today. Stopped at a light on Rte 1 between Guilford and Branford, CT -- I hear a familar sound behind me. Sure enough I turn around and there is a young guy on a 2005 Thruxton.
He pulled along side and I said, "I thought I heard something familiar." He said "Oh yeah, different notes of the same chord. It's got a blah blah blah(don't remember exactly what he said) then said it's a 790 with D & D pipes." Just before the light changed I got in, "we refer to it as 800." AT the next light he pulled up and I said, "Actually you mean it's an 865 which we refer to as 900." Then the moron said, "oh no. it's an old one."
Nothing about this bike said old. Not the color scheme, the logos, the lights, NOTHING.
Light changed again. I took off shaking my head. He turned into a parking lot a few yards behind me waving like he taught me something huge. The huge thing is that he must have thought I was some dumb broad on her brother's Triumph.
Yeah Right!
mert
