This weekend it will be too hot to drive a motorcycle. If you dress responsibly, you will die of the heat. In a T-shirt and shorts you are guaranteed to get second degree burns. But the day before yesterday it was still manageable.
When rolling out to a red light, I was passed by someone who I think could be a new motorcyclist. I made that assessment - possibly completely unjustified - because he appeared to be carefully, tough yet casual - dressed in a T-shirt, tattoos, cycling gloves, glasses with titanium-coated glasses and a helmet that had been thought about.
He was significantly younger than the average motorcyclist I know and is now a healthy 50+, because he had a full beard with no gray in it. He stopped in front of me and fell over.
All that stuff about protective motorcycle gear has passed me a bit. But what I once learned is that it is less convenient to get on the bike while wearing kek-kewle mountain shoes or 'working man's boots' with laces. The loop of such a lace has the innate tendency to slide over shift or brake pedals. And if you want to put your foot on the ground? Then you come a few centimeters from your steppie with that foot and you fall over.
Then your foot will hit the ground anyway, just in a way that you hadn't planned. Strappy sandals tend to fool their owners in the same way. So footwear is a thing. Friends Theo and Jan saw something like this in Italy. A beautiful, effect-packed rider of a Harley Sportster drove with stylishly matching 'stilettos' on her feet without a doubt. The 10+ centimeter high heel of her left shoe broke when she got off. "BOMB!' A fallen woman ...
In the meantime, my predecessor was stuck between his urban scrambler and the asphalt. I put my moped across the lane and with the good lifting technique - just look at Youtube - lifted the scrambler so far that the fallen knight could get out. Modern motorcycles, by the way, are very heavy.
The fallen man was first attached to his lace, but had enough idea to release it. Together we put the bike on its feet. My find muttered, “God, how stupid that I haven't thought about it. I'm ashamed! ” That could become a very good motorcyclist. Because thinking is a point for us, as an endangered species.
We decided to evaluate the case a hundred meters further on a terrace. My new friend had some water. I have been diving for years and I know what fish do underwater. Catching a lager is safer. My table companion turned out to be a nice guy.
He was just the age I say it is such a shame that youth is wasted on young people. Mike turned out to be very interested in old stuff. But he was afraid that as a non-technical person such a thing was not a given. I told him that for less than half the price of his scrambler, he could choose from rows of classics that could take him anywhere without any problem.
He immediately started dreaming about an old Harley, about a WL. Not a 'liberator'. Because he was a pacifist. In itself a good approach. But if you are so straight into the leather, you cannot drive a German or Japanese motorcycle. And to buy an Italian or British classic as a non-technical motorcyclist? Mike promised me a subscription Auto Motor Klassiek and start reading.
I gave him the names of key guru Erik van Lent and Ms. Davidson, a lady who teaches key courses at Harleys. His eyes lit up with the combination of 'lady' and 'Harley-Davidson'.
Motorcycling is about emotions. Mike crippled a bit as he said goodbye. Pain is also an emotion.
But this weekend it is too hot to drive