We've lost our cool factor. Anyone know what this means?

[Trek420]

CorsairMac observes "As for being fun and friendly - I've never met an unfriendly Harley rider and that includes the Hells Angels which rode in every charity ride my old AZ chapter put on."

Seems to be an unspoken affinity between bikers and cyclists as in "2 wheels good, 4 wheels bad". I've had chopper riders set up impromtu traffic control for cyclists, got lost on a road ride and was guided by Harley and Harley wannabe riders....my best experience to date was the "biker scum" as we affectionately call the motorcycle crew on the AIDS ride.

On day 6 I was the second to the last rider in (mechanical problems, really!). I rode in, gal named Sharon on my heels (Sharon are you here?) and after her the entire motorcycle team rides in two abreast as the camp erupted in cheers.

Between the roar of the bkes and the entire camp cheering as they rode in...I still get goosebumps thinking about it. We loved them, they do everything to keep us safe.

[spazzdog]

Yes, the Harley folks can be pretty great to cyclists... always got a bit of a hard time when out on my motorcycle (the old Harley vs "rice burner/croth rocket" thing.

I remember once, while living in NYC (Queens actually) I was walking my bike across the bridge (59th I think). It was the same day as the annual 5 Borough ride... those cyclists were on the upper level, which was closed to traffic, I was on the walk way below.

Something happened up top, I think it was just so crowded with cyclists... anyway someone got bumped and the rider came over the concrete guardrail. I watched him bounce off the big pillars that support the road and remember thinking, "my god! he's going to fall between the roads and hit the river!" Instead he bounced off something and twirled down onto my level right into the lane of oncoming traffic.

By now I've dropped my bike, but with cleats on and standing on a metal walkway I was getting nowhere fast (except on my butt). The guy had hit the road right after a car passed, and coming next was a big group of Hell's Angels. These guys came to a complete halt in an almost perfect V formation around the fallen cyclist. They were off their machines in a split second and were stopping/directing traffic around him, calling 911... basically handling the situation like it was an everyday drill for them. I finally skated my way over with water bottle in hand... why, I don't know. Maybe I thought somebody would need a drink... big brain shock. Anyway, the ambulance got there, and the rider was safely transported. Never learned the damage, but I will remember those few moments in time as long as I live.

[doc]

My experience with a harley rider was really cute. I was with my usual posse riding slightly downhill when on the opposite side of the road a harley rider was pushing his bike uphill. He had the stereotypical harley rider physique: big beard and even bigger pot belly. He just smiled and said "Wanna trade?"
We all got a kick out of that!