With the bike resting on the sidestand, I helped him get his left leg on the passenger peg, and supported him as he slowly swung his right leg over and settled in. I got on and fired up the Yamaha Virago’s 1100cc V-Twin. “You sure you’re ready for this?” I asked.
“Been ready for 20 years,” he called back.
“What’ll ya have, Hon?” asked the large, round, 70-something waitress behind the counter as I placed my helmet on the open stool next to me. Her name tag said “Gertie”, and I think that was the name on the door above the large Diner sign. It was about 10:30 AM on a warmish sun-drenched summer Sunday morning, and I’d been motorcycle riding for about 2 hours on the Great River Road somewhere in Illinois, and was building up a hunger in my empty stomach when I asked, “Well, Gertie, tell me what’s good.”
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There are a lot of gas treatments on the market that make all kinds of claims, so I’m always skeptical about them. I’ve seen and tested a lot of snake oil on the market making ridiculous claims over the years. But I had cause to spend some time at a trade show with the folks from Star Tron, learned about their product, and saw the testing data that they had about its effectiveness.
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The overanxious sportbike rider had tucked himself right behind the left rear bumper of the station wagon and couldn’t see the possible danger. I was now saying to myself, “Don’t go, pal . . .the wagon may have to stop and you won’t have room to clear the intersection. Don’t do it, DON’T DO IT.”
And then I screamed out loud in my helmet, “NOOOO !”
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