Originally Posted by
79pmooney
My racing days, mid-'70s ... twice I pulled up to lights in industrial sections of Boston and had a Harley ride pull alongside. That fully leathered rider spent the entire sequence checking out my kit, Italian cycling shoes, Bell helmet ... Not a comfortable feeling; being a skinny bike racer and he outweighing me by 100 pounds and not looking like someone you wanted to mess with. Light turns green. He pulls out - and gives me a thumbs up.
Reminds me of an encounter some years ago at a red light; a big guy on a motorcycle pulls up next to me and checks out my bike, and finally asks if I want to race. It was much more funny than awkward. We both laughed. Nice guy, he said take it easy or something like that when the light light turned green.