Riding Brotherhood

Shyeah, right. My previous rant may have been directed toward the Harley crowd, but by no means am I singling them out. The past week's recap: first it was the cars (the one that tried sharing my lane a week ago... oblivious bay-utch). Then the Street Vibrations mecca and rolling speed bumps. When I left work today, I noticed a small Japanese sportbike parked very close to mine, to the left. I recognize it as also the one that parked very close to my right, months ago. Back then, I was barely able to squeeze out of the parking space and my right saddlebag was left with a slight mar when parts connected. BTW, this is street parking with our rear wheels to the curb.

Well, after getting home I noticed that the lower part of my left saddlebag had black smears on the aluminum lid. Along with an oh-so-slight depression in the thin aluminum skin. I have no doubt as to what had happened. The sportbike had an aftermarket exhaust canister made of polished aluminum, with a black endcap. Evidently, the idiot rider backed the tip of the exhaust canister into my bag while squeezing into the parking space. Since this bike was practically a toy at only 250cc displacement, I'm guessing the rider may be a novice. An idiot nevertheless.

Some polishing compound and elbow grease got rid of the black smears, but there wasn't anything I can do about the slight depressions in the aluminum. So much for the motorcycling brotherhood (but I will still credit fellow riders for choosing two wheels over four... barely, for now).

The urban adventures never cease ::sigh::.