I mean, its a dyna right? So you'd probably get a tank slapper before you got out of the parking lot. That's the only security system he needs.
Doh! Gotta admit, I’ve done it a number of times. Usually when I’ve done it, however, I’ve left the ignition on for some reason, so I came back to a dead battery.
Maybe this feels that his bike is so awesome that nobody would dare steal it.
(08-01-2021, 12:38 AM)Gone in 60_imp Wrote: [ -> ]Doh! Gotta admit, I’ve done it a number of times. Usually when I’ve done it, however, I’ve left the ignition on for some reason, so I came back to a dead battery.
Maybe this feels that his bike is so awesome that nobody would dare steal it.
Now that I think about it, bonehead things I do usually result because I'm distracted momentarily from my routine. I pull into parking spot, as I turn key off, somebody waves, I reach up with both hands to remove helmet (key left in ignition), person who waved says nice bike, we start talking, I step off bike so we can appreciate the bike better...and soon there after I'm walking inside the grocery store with key still inserted in the ignition. I pick up a few things my wife asked me to buy, purchase items, wish the checker a nice day and head back to my bike. Then when I get close, I reach for my key, but I get all panicky because it isn't in my right pant pocket where I always put it, it's not in my back pockets, not in my mc pockets...shoot, I retrace my steps, back inside the store I walk up and down the aisles, ask the cashier if she saw a key, go to lost and found, walk back to bike, look all around the sidewalk, the curb, look under the bike, I call my wife so she can bring me the spare ("no, sweatheart! Not THAT one, the other one, geez!"), she's on her way...
...and that's about when I notice where the key is...and I call my wife again... who is already on her way and not answering because she's good about that when driving... so I wait for her...which brings up a dilema for when she arrives with spare key in hand, smiling because she's saved the day:
1. do I tell her I found the key?
2. if so, do I tell her that I actually left it in the ignition?
3. do I not tell her I found the key and thank her profusely for saving the day, and invite her out for dinner?
(08-01-2021, 12:12 AM)Whoops_imp Wrote: [ -> ]It’s OK, nobody would steal a Harley.
https://imgur.com/a/uPfyAUz
Hmm, the home key could be worth much more than the hog.
(08-01-2021, 01:51 AM)GoldOxide_imp Wrote: [ -> ] (08-01-2021, 12:12 AM)Whoops_imp Wrote: [ -> ]It’s OK, nobody would steal a Harley.
https://imgur.com/a/uPfyAUz
Hmm, the home key could be worth much more than the hog.
Hmm, the home key could be worth much more than the hog.
I hate to dish out stereotypes (but here I go), but based on who came back to the bike I have my doubts. While my wife was inside a scary looking tattooed dude from top to bottom that looked something like [url=https://www.inkedmag.com/.image/c_limit%2Ccs_srgb%2Cq_auto:good%2Cw_615/MTU5NDkzMzI1OTk1Mzg2NDU2/0_kalaca-skull-2.webp]this came out after lighting up while still in the store on the way out. He seemed to have just argued with an employee who came running behind him crying. He pulled a spandex neck gator over his face (no helmet of course) that had a skull print that looked like [url=https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&url=https%3A%2F%2Fsnapklik.com%2F3d-skull-print-face-bandana-neck-gaiter-for-men-women-sun-uv-wind-dust-protection-half-mask-magic-scarf-reusable-washable-cloth-fabric-balaclava-headwear-for-motorcycle-hiking-halloween-5%2F&psig=AOvVaw12IHVsJPU5G5EIeO1iU_5c&ust=1627928000494000&source=images&cd=vfe&ved=2ahUKEwiOtuTCtpDyAhWCE80KHRZKD1IQjRx6BAgAEAw]this and then proceeded to floor it out of the parking lot as loudly as possible while the girl just stood there crying. It was all very awkward, but at least he didn’t disappoint my preconceptions about Harley Davidson owners.
(08-01-2021, 04:14 AM)Whoops_imp Wrote: [ -> ] (08-01-2021, 01:51 AM)GoldOxide_imp Wrote: [ -> ] (08-01-2021, 12:12 AM)Whoops_imp Wrote: [ -> ]It’s OK, nobody would steal a Harley.
https://imgur.com/a/uPfyAUz
Hmm, the home key could be worth much more than the hog.
Hmm, the home key could be worth much more than the hog.
I hate to dish out stereotypes (but here I go), but based on who came back to the bike I have my doubts. While my wife was inside a scary looking tattooed dude from top to bottom that looked something like [url=https://www.inkedmag.com/.image/c_limit%2Ccs_srgb%2Cq_auto:good%2Cw_615/MTU5NDkzMzI1OTk1Mzg2NDU2/0_kalaca-skull-2.webp]this came out after lighting up while still in the store on the way out. He seemed to have just argued with an employee who came running behind him crying. He pulled a spandex neck gator over his face (no helmet of course) that had a skull print that looked like [url=https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&url=https%3A%2F%2Fsnapklik.com%2F3d-skull-print-face-bandana-neck-gaiter-for-men-women-sun-uv-wind-dust-protection-half-mask-magic-scarf-reusable-washable-cloth-fabric-balaclava-headwear-for-motorcycle-hiking-halloween-5%2F&psig=AOvVaw12IHVsJPU5G5EIeO1iU_5c&ust=1627928000494000&source=images&cd=vfe&ved=2ahUKEwiOtuTCtpDyAhWCE80KHRZKD1IQjRx6BAgAEAw]this and then proceeded to floor it out of the parking lot as loudly as possible while the girl just stood there crying. It was all very awkward, but at least he didn’t disappoint my preconceptions about Harley Davidson owners.
If the crying store employee was his girlfriend, ex now perhaps, she is probably the lucky one of the two.
Yes, Pdedse, number three. I speak from experience. Following one of my key-on brain farts, I called my wife to bring some jumper cables (AMA offered to tow my bike to a nearby shop, but not jump start). While I was waiting for my wife, I noticed that I was at the top of a gentle slope. I rolled the bike down the hill and bump-started it. I let it run for a while until my wife appeared, whereby I shut the bike off, kissed and hugged her for coming to my rescue, and pretended to to jump-start my bike.
This reminds me of a situation that occured a while back. My wife and I were shopping at Fashion Island, a posh Newport Beach shopping center. We don't shop there regularly, but it's by the coast, cooler than where we live, so a nice place to hang out in the summer.
While walking along the edge of the parking lot, a Singer Porsche 911 rumbled past. I watched as it inexplicably did not turn toward the "millionaire's row" valet area, but instead headed up an aisle of the regular parking lot. In an absolute Pavlovian response, I immediately drifted away from my wife and followed the car. I noticed that another man had done the exact same thing. Our wives were probably looking at each other, shrugging.
The two of us came upon the Singer, parked between two plebiean regular cars. It was staggeringly beautiful, set up like a '73 RS. While we drooled, we noticed that the window was down, and the key was in the ignition. We looked at each other and said "What should we do... we can't just leave it like this!" Should we reach in, pull the key out, and tuck it under the coco floor mat? How would he know?... Should we just stand guard next to the car? About 15 minutes later, the owner showed up. We told him that he had left the key in it.
"Yeah, I know. I do that with all of my Porsches." Crank... rumble... vroom, and off he went.