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Grabbed while riding?

I would be more upset with myself for someon getting that close to me while I was riding and not noticing it. Nobody gets close to me unless I let them
 
Abyss said:
So a guy who brings a machine gun to a preschool is being kind by brandishing it instead of shooting people?

Your logic is fucked.
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OP said he was splitting too fast. That can be grounds for reckless driving. How do you compare this to your preschool analogy? That is quite a leap of logic.
 
treadtread said:
OP said he was splitting too fast. That can be grounds for reckless driving. How do you compare this to your preschool analogy? That is quite a leap of logic.
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Why did the CHP take his throttle hand off the throttle to touch a rider while leg to leg? Seems an over reaction, if true. If another rider did that to me, or I did that to him... And a CHP was present... I'd expect one of us to be cited if not arrested. :dunno

Still not sure I believe the story. Too weird.
 
It does sound strange. I wonder if the CHP just put a warning hand to indicate, slow down - not really grabbed, and OP misinterpreted.
 
I have a similar story... No touching though. I recently moved here from Denver and riding in the mountains from 6000 to 10000 feet above sea level you get used to the loss of power. Well a week or so after I got here I was getting on 101 at Tamalpais heading north, filtering over to the diamond lane in heavy traffic, once I got there the diamond lane was wide open and I gave it just a little too much throttle and the front tire came up about a foot.... Caught me a little off guard and immediately brought it back down. Well wouldn't you know it a CHP motorcycle officer was about 50 yards behind me and saw the whole thing, he rides up along side me and says "kinda stupid to do a wheelie in front of a cop don't you think??" I explained that I was from CO and it was an accident... Pointing to my plate haha. He said be careful and rode off! The whole conversation took place at 40ish mph and within a foot.
 
had someone in a parking lot try to grab me once.

narrow lanes, oncoming traffic, pedestrians 3 wide going the same direction i am...they hear me behind them and move furher apart to ensure i dont have room to go around them. so i go between them instead, and one of then tries a grab at me and misses.
 
he was being kind,he could have kicked your bike :teeth
 
I bet if u hit moto leo kill switch, your gonna be arrested for attempted murder
 
The hand grab is no lie!
I frequently have fuzz pull up behind me, but then (to quote Ice Cube) when I saw the police and they rolled right past me, probably because they have better things to do than bust a rider going 50 in a 45. Perhaps it was because I moved over with such non-nonchalance that he felt he needed to see me load up my britches like there was no tomorrow.

Since some believe this to be fiction, I'll write it as if it was.

It was a cold winter, that means heat for a real sinner. Commute traffic on the Bay Bridge, 7PM out of SF. I was flying through lanes on my trusty steed, under the waterfalls coming from the top deck. Boy did those hurt when you hit the wall of water at 90mph. Stopped traffic on either side of me was a blur of prius's, german automobiles and cell phones. I pressed on. Half way to Yerba Buena Island, I hear a faint horn and a rumbling, rumbling, rumbling at my 4 o'clock. I mutter about some ambulance trying to get through as I pass under another waterfall of ice water. The rumble grows louder, closer, and I look over. It is a CHP on a bike, matching my speed the next lane over. As I notice him, he speeds up even more. Then it happens- he grabs ahold of a dangling pipe, swings around it, becoming airborne. "No way is this happening" I think to myself. Sure enough, his somewhat overweight, tight tan uniformed figure sails over a stopped lane of traffic and he plops down right behind me. ON MY BIKE. He wraps his strong, warm hands around my waist, and getting too close for comfort (oh wait, that's already the case), whispers in my ear. I can still smell the Grizzly chew on his breath, and perhaps... whiskey? I don't know. He whispers "Hey you flying fuck, slow the fuck down you're gonna get yourself killed you fuckin fuckin fuck." And then just as fast as he mounted my bike (and myself :(((( ), he snagged another hanging pipe and swung back on his motorcycle, which was continuing to split lanes at 90mph in the next lane over. He looks over at me again and yells something. I can't quite hear him, so I give him the thumbs up and think about the steaming load in my pants now. He cups his hands over his mouth and yells again "I'm the hero you bikers deserve, but not the one you need!" With that, he pops a wheelie through the Yerba Buena tunnel, snags a rope on the other side of the bridge and is airlifted into the night by a large, black helicopter. A bolt of lightning flashes and lights up the night for an instant, and I look in the direction I last saw him and see nothing. Whoever that guy was, I'm glad he is gone. Now where was I? Oh crap am I still splitting lanes? I must have zoned out...
 
zflower777 said:
The hand grab is no lie!
I frequently have fuzz pull up behind me, but then (to quote Ice Cube) when I saw the police and they rolled right past me, probably because they have better things to do than bust a rider going 50 in a 45. Perhaps it was because I moved over with such non-nonchalance that he felt he needed to see me load up my britches like there was no tomorrow.
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What did he say to you?
 
You need to have coffee with Fillmoslim before I'll believe any of this. :x
 
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