When you’re out alone on the either the Enfield or the Ural, questions or conversations are to be expected when you stop. People are curious and I get that. When Kenny and I go out together on the both of them, it apparently blows peoples minds to the degree that they lose their grasp on reality.
People with even the most rudimentary knowledge of motorcycles are the most “interesting” exchanges.
Sunday at the gas station.
Wooooooow. Wooow those are so cool.
::points and the Royal Enfield Kenny is filling up.::
What year is that?
It’s new. It’s a ’12.
Wow, yea. So cool. It’s new. I know a replica when I see one.
It’s not a replica.
What is it a copy of a Triumph?
It’s a Royal Enfield. They’ve been around a long time.
So is it a BSA, then?
No, it’s a Royal Enfield.
I though I was going to get away clean on this one since gas station friend was so wrapped up in Kenny. I suppose it’s hard to hide when you’re messing around with a giant orange Ural.
Now it was my turn.
Wow, look at this thing. This is wild. What is it?
It’s a Ural.
A Ural. It’s from Russia.
Ural. Right. Nice. What’s it like going around turns?
It’s not really like riding a motorcycle, it’s steering is more… direct.
Right, yea. I need to get something like this for my wife. She can’t handle a motorcycle.