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Where have I heard the following before?
The ability to purchase a $25,000 motorcycle and gear, does not make you an instant motorcyclist.
Here it is November 7, 2011, and I am the only motorcycle on the morning commute.
Where did all the other riders I have seen during the course of this year go?
You don’t suppose that the current temperature is around 45 degrees and partly cloudy has anything to do with it?

I had an incident happen about mid summer this year that I keep thinking about.
I was coming home on my regular commute on the back roads of Livermore.
I saw a full dresser several miles ahead. As I got closer, I could see it was a Kawasaki Concorse.
He had the full riding gear. He had the proper jacket, boots, pants, and helmet. It looked like all new gear. I saw that his bike was new as well.
Then what hit me, he was riding right down the middle of the lane, right on the grease spots.
On the turns, he would move to the outside of the curve, then once back on the straights, back to the center of the lane.

I pulled up behind him, and rode to one side, offset, for about a mile.
At one curve, as he pulled to the outside, I pulled abreast of him on the inside of the curve.
As we got to the straight lane, he started to move to the center again. So I backed off to a staggered position again.
This is when he noticed me, and it scared the shit out of him. You can tell by the way his bike went into a wobble.
He backed off the throttle and move to a position behind me.
He blasted his horn and I could hear him shouting.
I signaled that we pull over, park and have a conversation.
When we did so, he blasted me with a series of insults.
When I replied, he gave me a ‘wait a minuet’ gesture and reached down to turn off a switch, then removed an earpiece form his ear.

He was listening to the radio all this time! I wonder if he had both ears on the headphones?

I asked him if he had seen me, as I had been following him for over a mile.
I figured we could ride two abreast for a while on our commute.
He replied with more high pitched insults.
I tried to tell him about not riding in the center of the lane, as this is the slickest part of the lane.
I also tried to tell him, as a motorcyclist, he needs to be aware of his surroundings.
All I got was more insults.
I couldn’t talk to this guy, and he sure didn’t want to listen.
So, with him there yelling at me, I took off.
About 30 seconds later, he zipped past me at a high rate of speed. Again down the center of the lane.

Thinking about what happened, he must be a new rider, new bike, and full gear.
Some dealer talked him into getting a radio and all the amenities that go with the bikes they are sell these days.
He was in his own little world, riding the road, listening to his favorite sounds, completely oblivious to the world around him. Till he realized some bike was right next to him. And the reality check scared the hell out of him.

I have been watching for him again on my commute, and have yet to see him. It has been over six months now.

I figure his concept of the adventure of motorcycle riding hadn’t turned out to be what he had envisioned.

I wonder if he is smart enough to try to further educate himself, of if he is trying to sell off all that new gear he bought.
If he is smart, I should see him again sometime.