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    Default Cafe racers - Parkhurst 25 November

    There's a couple of things I had to wait for still that early in the
    morning and Craft in Parkhurst is open at 7AM so I found which
    suited me just fine under the circumstances.

    I left the bike at home and drove (made more sense having to pick
    some stuff up while I was out). Being the noob I am with this stuff,
    I've slowly been making my way through the Bike SA and took that
    with me hoping to catch up.

    So, I get there, I park really far back. There's plenty of parking
    around that time of day and I enjoy the walk down. On my way up 4th
    Avenue (the main sort of "strip" in Parkhurst) this guy comes
    cruising past. Just cruising, there's nothing wrong with his riding,
    but man, he was loud. I mean like ouch that hurts loud, like think
    of the children and the people with their dogs freaking out loud.

    I think on his Cafe'd up Ducati or something. I didn't pay too much
    attention, there's a lot I don't know.

    I found that a bit much. I look around as I'm walking and everyone
    is kind of okay that being what it was (it does happen a lot), so I
    quickly get over myself, everyone's different. Why get mad?

    I get to Craft and that same guy is there, big entrance, parked
    up, looking good, rocking it, enjoying himself, nothing wrong with
    that I decide this time.

    He is there with some buddies (I guess), all with their bikes parked
    up nicely in a row outside. 5 or 6, cafe types. Nice guys, just
    showy.

    Naturally I was curious, I had a brief look at what they had and what
    they were up to, that kind of thing. They're in a group and the noob
    me with my little magazine takes a step back. I grab a table and
    some orange juice (I strain on Coffee - so I mostly don't, another
    work in progress and I resist).

    Anyway. They're chatting, biker talk. Interesting and innocent
    enough to my ears. It gets me thinking about myself and how when I'm
    cosey enough on my own, that would be great -minus the noise, it's
    just not my style, can't wait.

    *pages through magazine feverishly*.

    The toy run would've been great. Next time. So, it's all good.
    Nice day. It goes on.

    Another guy gets there a short while later, but wow, he turns and
    parks up like he's stumbling, that is, with a bike under him. He's
    the last to arrive.

    Young guy, dorky (like me..), big bike though.

    And I mean like, unwieldy big looking at him, and heavy with the way
    he's sorta handling it and it's loud. It attracts attention.

    The riding position was pretty aggressive also and he was
    uncomfortable. He didn't have any advantage not being a big guy
    either. I know at some point that's not what matters, I'm not so sure
    just right then and there though.

    All of this is super obvious. Cringey even. And I mean, woah.. relax.

    He joins his table and I had heard they were expecting him. So, I
    presume he is in good hands with all that. They couldn't have missed
    him pulling up all over the place either.

    I order some breakfast. I drift in and out of minding my own
    business with some of their banter catching my attention here and
    there. At least one guy has been doing this a while.

    They soon get to leaving, checking out eachother's bikes first,
    taking a few photos. That last guy still doesn't look relaxed just
    standing around even and he has his helmet on already, a little
    strange I thought. Suns beaming and no-one's going anywhere just
    yet. It's hot already. At least he's keen so it seems.

    They start taking off, loud and showy with that as can be, they
    seemed nice enough otherwise, so enjoy it this time. I'll try not to
    be so anti.

    The last guy is a little slow. It takes a while for him to get the
    bike around before he can take off.

    He's finally headed in the right direction, the rest of them are all
    coming back around though as one of them gestures "other way".

    It's at this point the whole thing looks off. None of them are
    waiting up or buddying him and that isn't right, he clearly needs it.
    If nothing else, he needs to chill.

    Last guy powers off to take the turn in the middle of the street
    instead of giving himself the space like they did trying to catch
    up. I know what that means. I'd have felt way better about him if he
    made it, he doesn't. Drops his bike, falls, enough that he's
    blocking traffic now.

    Another guy (old biker so he turns out) and myself get up to help
    him. The other guys stop further down the road, they don't make it
    back before he gets up, gets on and gets going again... same as before.

    I didn't think at the time to tell him to come here or to get his
    number. Nice guy, it could still be much worse, he doesn't deserve
    all that.

    I felt terrible almost all the rest of the day hoping they had the
    sense to help him from that point on.

    They had no code.

    The old helpful biker saw my little magazine and we clicked.

    Please take it easy on yourself last guy.

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    Everybody starts somewhere, and has that initial awkward little spill. The ones with sense start on something more manageable, and the lucky ones have their little awkward little spill somewhere remote, and not in public...
    All of a sudden I am grateful that I had my first little awkward spill on the farm when I was four years old...

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    I'm sure.

    I think the sore part for me was more that he was with a group of
    guys that could've helped and didn't.

    He has a lot of guts going all in like that, it could be put to good
    use with some guidance.

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    You're right. I agree - leave no rider behind.
    I hope the poor guy doesn't give up on riding because of this incident, but I do hope he rethinks the company he is in.

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    Quote Originally Posted by rnm1 View Post
    There's a couple of things I had to wait for still that early in the
    morning and Craft in Parkhurst is open at 7AM so I found which
    suited me just fine under the circumstances.

    I left the bike at home and drove (made more sense having to pick
    some stuff up while I was out). Being the noob I am with this stuff,
    I've slowly been making my way through the Bike SA and took that
    with me hoping to catch up.

    So, I get there, I park really far back. There's plenty of parking
    around that time of day and I enjoy the walk down. On my way up 4th
    Avenue (the main sort of "strip" in Parkhurst) this guy comes
    cruising past. Just cruising, there's nothing wrong with his riding,
    but man, he was loud. I mean like ouch that hurts loud, like think
    of the children and the people with their dogs freaking out loud.

    I think on his Cafe'd up Ducati or something. I didn't pay too much
    attention, there's a lot I don't know.

    I found that a bit much. I look around as I'm walking and everyone
    is kind of okay that being what it was (it does happen a lot), so I
    quickly get over myself, everyone's different. Why get mad?

    I get to Craft and that same guy is there, big entrance, parked
    up, looking good, rocking it, enjoying himself, nothing wrong with
    that I decide this time.

    He is there with some buddies (I guess), all with their bikes parked
    up nicely in a row outside. 5 or 6, cafe types. Nice guys, just
    showy.

    Naturally I was curious, I had a brief look at what they had and what
    they were up to, that kind of thing. They're in a group and the noob
    me with my little magazine takes a step back. I grab a table and
    some orange juice (I strain on Coffee - so I mostly don't, another
    work in progress and I resist).

    Anyway. They're chatting, biker talk. Interesting and innocent
    enough to my ears. It gets me thinking about myself and how when I'm
    cosey enough on my own, that would be great -minus the noise, it's
    just not my style, can't wait.

    *pages through magazine feverishly*.

    The toy run would've been great. Next time. So, it's all good.
    Nice day. It goes on.

    Another guy gets there a short while later, but wow, he turns and
    parks up like he's stumbling, that is, with a bike under him. He's
    the last to arrive.

    Young guy, dorky (like me..), big bike though.

    And I mean like, unwieldy big looking at him, and heavy with the way
    he's sorta handling it and it's loud. It attracts attention.

    The riding position was pretty aggressive also and he was
    uncomfortable. He didn't have any advantage not being a big guy
    either. I know at some point that's not what matters, I'm not so sure
    just right then and there though.

    All of this is super obvious. Cringey even. And I mean, woah.. relax.

    He joins his table and I had heard they were expecting him. So, I
    presume he is in good hands with all that. They couldn't have missed
    him pulling up all over the place either.

    I order some breakfast. I drift in and out of minding my own
    business with some of their banter catching my attention here and
    there. At least one guy has been doing this a while.

    They soon get to leaving, checking out eachother's bikes first,
    taking a few photos. That last guy still doesn't look relaxed just
    standing around even and he has his helmet on already, a little
    strange I thought. Suns beaming and no-one's going anywhere just
    yet. It's hot already. At least he's keen so it seems.

    They start taking off, loud and showy with that as can be, they
    seemed nice enough otherwise, so enjoy it this time. I'll try not to
    be so anti.

    The last guy is a little slow. It takes a while for him to get the
    bike around before he can take off.

    He's finally headed in the right direction, the rest of them are all
    coming back around though as one of them gestures "other way".

    It's at this point the whole thing looks off. None of them are
    waiting up or buddying him and that isn't right, he clearly needs it.
    If nothing else, he needs to chill.

    Last guy powers off to take the turn in the middle of the street
    instead of giving himself the space like they did trying to catch
    up. I know what that means. I'd have felt way better about him if he
    made it, he doesn't. Drops his bike, falls, enough that he's
    blocking traffic now.

    Another guy (old biker so he turns out) and myself get up to help
    him. The other guys stop further down the road, they don't make it
    back before he gets up, gets on and gets going again... same as before.

    I didn't think at the time to tell him to come here or to get his
    number. Nice guy, it could still be much worse, he doesn't deserve
    all that.

    I felt terrible almost all the rest of the day hoping they had the
    sense to help him from that point on.

    They had no code.

    The old helpful biker saw my little magazine and we clicked.

    Please take it easy on yourself last guy.
    Hi there - really a nice read and your logic is 100% - the "botherhood" should have supported him!
    Sadly in this day and age, there doesn't seem to be the drive to help the new guy on a bike - crazy because we have all been there!
    Hope he realises that there are other bikers with other values out there!
    Be safe!!!
    "There are Old pilots and there are Bold pilots, but not too many Old Bold pilots"
    Larry Beamish

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