His latest reply:
"I had no intentions of disrupting this forum nor judge B.A.R.F as a whole with my comments which I have done and I do not mean to disrespect nor stir the pot aimed at an entire group of people in my prejudice left by the recent ride with the S.F B.A.R.F members trek for lunch.
I was just very disappointed on the recent *ride for lunch* when most were boasting of their riding skills, experience, bike with fancy performance products, and their bravado of *showing up the new guy* mentality even when cruising on the highway which speed limits was 65 mph and then later find the entire group panic braking, mid corner corrections, over-exaggerated body lean into the first 25mph bend, or rather, turn, in a still commercial/residential area.
But it was truly my fault of joining this ride, even though other people I know told me to seek elswhere for a ride since they also warned and proven to me that those on that S.F B.A.R.F can't ride--- at all. Shame on me. I should of listened to my instincts by staying home and watch porn.
True that this may have been a ride targeted towards new riders but I did not realize it was for those whom, in most probablity, just finished a MSF course or with only a driving permit and are riding their very first bike or borrowed a chums, or friend, rather, for this very ride most likely the very same weekend, or rather, that very same morning of this trek. Shame, shame. Yes, it is my fault that a rider is on an F4i too big for that person and made it be known that it was that person's recent purchase, and admits that the F4i was a bit large for that person in question, yet believes that wearing platform shoes will improve upon that person's riding skills <the shame I am feeling> or the other bloke, or person, rather, with a liter bike with the all the aftermarket products with tyres used often for the track duties and whine after every set of apexes that the tyres were sliding about Valentino Rossi style, mind you, in the 25 mph bends, or rather corners.
Yes, it is my fault that they all made sure that those in front show up those behind them by gassing it on the straightaway <Yes, at the blazing speed of 50mph but it was downhill so it may of been 53?> only to be in a state of shock to find another 25mph bend, or rather, another corner and watch 3 of them cross over the double yellow line while luckily being missed by the other 2 behind them , due to target fixation, and nearly rear ending them in the process. Yes, its my fault. Woe be unto me. No, Im only partially to blame here. The engineers who put that corner there should also be ashamed, so shame shame unto them as well. A pox upon them and their first-borns, I say.
And may the good heavens forgive me for the 25mph switchbacks, or decreasing radius corners nearly caused the same lot, or people, if you will, to nearly pile into one another in sheer fright. Forgiveth me, for I have sinned.
Yes its my fault that the entire destination for this ride was for lunch first and foremost while riding was not even really the goal but just a transportation to the buffet line at the eatery, or rather, deli. What was I thinking? Shame on me for assuming this was a *ride* for *riders*. Bad, bad me.
Perhaps the next time I attend this ride with the S.F B.A.R.F lot, or people, or maybe not, I should drive a minvan, or rather, the small yellow school bus reserved for the *special* ones and let them board while wearing their leathers, raceing boots, or platform shoes for some, and since they all must don a helmet, they should feel comfortable riding on the back of the bus. In all fairness, I should let a contestant of a Special Olympic drive the bus whom I believe will do a better job than the same bunch riding. It would of be just as exciting, and perhaps the ride would be even progressive moreso than taking 13 hour round trip time and cut it down to, perhaps, 5?
So again, I offer my dearest & sincerest form of self shame of this forum and the whole lot who is of B.A.R.F of my short-sightedness.
I shalt now lock myself in my room with a Playboy and Hustler magazine and hide in pennance for my sins. Or maybe just polish my bishop.
So for any shirt-tuckers that I may offend upon, accept my deepest most humble pardon."
I gotta give him credit. This is well written and very amusing.
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