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.
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.”
“It’s me, isn’t it? I’m a dingbat magnet.”
Yep, that’s why I’m here… 😉
Dingbat magnet? LOL!
Well, it was either you or the Enfield. Take your pick. 🙂
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.
* “Russian motorcycles made in Russia” .. note to self: proofread
Yes!
I’ve had similar cases where people are clearly reading the name on the tank, when then ask if it’s a BMW.
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…