An assertive lady

A satisfied smoker ...

Last summer my Lief and I sat on a terrace. What to drink with it. Cigar with it. Then a passing lady took the trouble to stop at our table to point out that we smokers were a nuisance to the well-being and health of the other patio seating. So if we just wanted to break up our smoke. I was a little surprised at first, but then blew her in the face, a proven way to dispel annoying insects.

Dressed in summer

When I was doing a round of Achterhoek this afternoon in the hot summer, I was reminded by a lady during a tank stop that I was not wearing safe motorcycle clothing. So if I were to have an accident, then safely dressed motorcyclists would have to pay the repairs to my carcass through their premiums. If I just wanted to take that into account.

Respect for cyclists

A few weeks ago I put my faithful classic on the spot in the local shopping center where he - and the subtle oil stains on the tiles there can prove that - has been parked regularly for years when I do my shopping. A sharp-looking lady approached me and told me that I had driven onto the sidewalk with my motorcycle to park it there. "Mr apparently has no respect for the rights of pedestrians and cyclists." Mwah. For pedestrians it is.

But eighty percent of cyclists only pay attention to the smartphone in their pocket. No target group to respect seems to me. A target group to take into account. Because if a blindfolded drunk cyclist is already communicating his or her bicycle from a third-floor balcony and throwing his or her bicycle in front of the wheels of the classic, then you are still the shack. Because: cyclists are a protected species.

Midlife Crises

Another kind of endearing: While I took off my helmet, three adolescent girls came along. One looked at me and said: “My father bought a motorcycle when he got a midlife crisis. But I think this is just a very old motorcycle. Have you had a midlife crisis so long ago? "

I explained to her that only men who regret things she did did not have done midlife crisis. I only regret a few things that I do have done. And that my Lief and this motorcycle have shared my life for a long time. That turned out to be a nice conversation. Because it was based on interest. The examples before that were based on meddling, just like the tirade of the lady who completely freaked out because of the painted hammer & sickle on the nose of my old Russian side clapper. An insult to democracy. A slap in the face of the people who had lost family in the downing of MH17.

What is still allowed?

If the flag is like that, I thought, then all owners of Hondas, BMWs, Opel, Volkswagen, Suzuki and Fiats are also on the wrong side of the line. Because what the Germans, Italians and Japanese did in WWII was not fresh either. And in practice, the residents of France's favorite holiday country, France, collaborated en masse with the Germans.

You would almost forget that there are a lot of friendly, smart and positive women. But where does all that interference come from? I do not know.

In my friends M / V and acquaintances (M / V) circle it is fortunately much nicer

There are different opinions that are sometimes enthusiastically debated. Not everyone agrees with everything. But the basic tone is one of geniality and tolerance. And that is an attitude that you often find pleasant among classic enthusiasts. And that also applies to the ladies in that sector.