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Talk about yer Ural Delay Factor
Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 12:55 pm
It was a fine Sunday afternoon. The missus and I were have a fine time just tooling on back home after a visit to town. As we came up to the road where we live I spied a State Trooper with someone pulled over.
I gave him some space as I make the turn but imagine my suprise when he hooked his finger and motioned for us to pull over. I was being good, so I figured it must be a licence check. As the guy aproaches I start sweating as I cannot remember where my registration is and I think the new proof of insurance is on the table at home.
BUT THE GUY JUST WANTED TO ASK ABOUT THE RIG.
So there we sat for about twenty minutes sitting on the side of the road shooting the poop. He asked all the usual questions and then one of the county sherifs pulls ups and it starts all over again. I could hardly believe it.
The missus and I almost fell out laughing as we finally pulled away. yeah, we get in converstations where ever we go. But I never thought anything like this would happen.
Life is good.
Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 1:35 pm
You did good.
Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 1:49 pm
Every time we refuel, we always look for potential UDF before swiping the card. If you get involved in conversation, the pump computer times out the transaction, and you have to start over. This has happened several times. I can not handle UDF and pump gas without making a mess.
I look around and say " clear ", when it is safe to swipe the card.
Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 2:13 pm
I have not yet experienced UDF, and actually, I'm kind of disappointed. I should find better places to ride!
Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 2:48 pm
Ride and it will come?
Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 3:41 pm
Great story. BTW, is that Ulysses S. Grant? I'm trying to remember my northern generals....why?
Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 3:56 pm
is it as bad/good over pond as in Egland?
outfits (rigs) are a rare sight over here, no matter what outfit i'm on, i always end up talking to some one
Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 4:00 pm
That would be Sherman up there at the top. Gave the South a brutal arse kicking. I see Markhas has retaliated with Gen. R.E. Lee as a pig...likes to get things stirred up I guess.
Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 4:09 pm
George Butz wrote:
...........likes to get things stirred up I guess.
Naa, Lee was a fine general and is a brother in arms. Good to see him.
Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 6:19 pm
Whenever I see law enforcement when riding the rig, they wave. I have yet to be stopped by one, though when fueling I had a city cop chat for a while.
Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 10:03 pm
I get questions every time I go into town.
Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 10:23 pm
I have to admit I do like the questions and comments.
Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 11:08 pm
My wife and I were on our way to town, with the Dnepr. Two motorcycle cops were parked under a willow tree with a radar gun. We waved at them, as we wave at all motorcyclists. They waved back, but there seemed to be a bit of hesitation, as if they were surprised that anyone would wave at them.
Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 5:17 am
Most of the cops where I live need PR classes...as arrogant as they are. One motor cop stopped me as I turned into McDonalds. But I know him and we had a nice short chat anyway. Another motor cop said he wouldn't be seen driving a rig and called the hack "beyotch riding". I guess it's ok to have someone ride behind you, but not next to you...*shrugs* We have a Sheriff who rides his HD every day to work and passes by me in the parking lot but never once stops to say anything. He's not a "waver" either.
But I WILL say this much...they do their jobs.
Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 6:49 am
We always get at least one UDF everytime we stop. Surprisingly, about half of them so far have identified the GearUP as a URal. One guy from Egypt wanted me to let him "test drive" my rig. He was so insistent that I finally just fired up the GearUP and drove away from him. He was middle aged, dressed nicely, and probably harmless.
One couple followed us into a grocery store and cornered us by the tomato bin. The woman told us they saw us on the highway. The guy wanted to talk about his GoldWing and the woman just wanted to talk.
What year BMW is that?
How fast does it go?
Do you like riding in the sidecar?
Did you travel to Russia to buy it?
Why didn't you buy a Harley?
I try to size up the questioner and sometimes just make stuff up. Some appear sincere and others seem to be just trying to bait me.
So, I might just tell them what they want to hear. Whether it's true or not.