So me and my friend Karen decide to meet up for an evening ride on our Ninjas out in the valley this week. We meet at our regular meeting spot and I come park beside her while she fills up. I have my helmet off and am perched on my bike, chatting with Karen.
From a distance I see a guy come barreling down Queens ave (VERY steep hill) on an early 2000s bright yellow Ducati 800-something. He is wearing a t-shirt, shorts, sandals and NO HELMET. He comes into the gas station, does a slow drive-by checking me and Karen out, then after a few seconds pops around the other side and parks right beside us. This is the gist of the conversation that follows:
Him... "well, hello, ladies"
Me: "hey man, where's your helmet?"
Him: "this is my helmet!!" *revs throttle of Ducati engine really loud and repeatedly*
Me: "Don't you wear any gear? What happens if you fall?"
Him (still revving engine) "no man, I'm a great rider, I don't need gear. This is all I wear" *pulls up shirt sleeve to show off tan lines, flexes arm muscles*
We have further conversation as he is selling the bike. He offers to let me hop on it and "take it for a spin, come on, baby, it's fully insured." I politely decline and eventually his potential buyer shows up. He winks and says "have a great ride, see you around!" revs the RPMs ridiculously high and speeds out twenty feet to the other side of the gas station.
We had quite a chuckle after the fact.