Making Friends, Meeting People: Royal Enfield Edition

Making Friends, Meeting People: Royal Enfield Edition

On Sunday I popped in to town to meet  friends for coffee. It was a beautiful afternoon so there were lots of riders around enjoying the sunshine. I pulled in to the parking lot, backed in to a spot and got off the bike.

Another motorcyclist of about 70 shuffled over as I begin unstrapping my helmet and taking it off.

“Nice. Zat da real cuhluh?”

::blink:blink:: “Yep, it’s the real color.”

“How many hawspowuh?”

“Not sure, maybe 30?”

“Huh?”

“Thirty?”

“Uh hundrit fitty?”

“No, thirty. Thirty. Three zero. It’s a 500 single.”

“Yeah, dats whut I was askin’, a 500, huh? Nice.”

It’s me, isn’t it? I’m a dingbat magnet.

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8 Replies to “Making Friends, Meeting People: Royal Enfield Edition”

  1. Funny thing is, I’d have said the same thing the first time I heard the specs…but I was reading it, so I read it again. And then I laughed. Then smiled. And said to myself, “now *that’s* old school.”

  2. Don’t worry, it’s not you.. I once owned a Ural and as I was leaving work one day, a co-worker came up, read *out loud* the sticker on my sidecar windshield “URAL – Russian made in Russia”.. then looked at me and asked in all sincerity.. “Is that German”?
    ::facepalm:: yes, yes it is. And here’s your sign.

  3. I’ve had the same experience…”Royal Enfield,huh?Who makes that?Triumph?It looks like a Triumph.”Morons have clearly reproduced to the point that eradication is no longer an option…

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