So blue jackets will get ya laughed at eh??
Here's an old powersports apparel story from my past:
TRUE STORY:
So I'm riding my GSXR from Daytona to Pittsburgh. Most of the trip has been incredibly stormy. Lucky for me, I had purchased a spankin' new Teknik (brand) 1-piece rain suit. Teknik made the best rainsuits back in the day, as they were tailored exactly like roadracing leathers.....IE: NO excess material to flap and beat the crap out of you. I bought this particular suit at Bikeweek because A: it was big enough to fit me (not always easy to find), and B: it was a ridiculously cheap price for a normally expensive item. The only bad thing about this otherwise terrific suit was that it was multi-colored, with all sorts of neon stripes all over it. Who cares.....I'm dry right??
The stormy weather finally let up just as I crossed the West Virginia border. I pulled into the welcome center to remove the rain suit and take a well deserved whiz.
I pulled into a parking space, got off the bike, and had a good stretch. I hadn't even had a chance to remove my helmet. At that moment, in a car parked two spaces away (there were empty spaces between us, as we were the only two vehicles parked in this particular lot), a small child of about 4 years old began frantically pounding on the window and screaming at the top of his lungs. It was obvious to me that he was desperately trying to get my attention. There was a man standing beside the car (smoking), who kept telling the kid to "be quiet", and "stop making a scene". The first thought that ran through my head was that the kid had been kidnapped by the guy, and had enough sense to try to make a scene to get some help.
It was about that time, the man spoke to the child once more, and I heard the man loudly say "FINE". With his head hung low, the man sheepishly approaches me. I reach my hand into my tank bag and wrap my fingers around the 9mm hidden inside.
(This is gonna kill you guys)
The man says: "I'm really sorry to bother you sir, but would you be so kind as to go over to my car and tell my son that you are NOT a POWER RANGER???"
WTF????
There was a little part of me who wanted to go over to the car, do a couple of phony NINJA moves and say:
"Hey kid.....Wanna see your dad get his azz kicked by a POWER RANGER??"
I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
I took my helmet off, talked to the kid until he calmed down, and shook Dad's hand. I think I laughed the rest of the way to Pittsburgh.
THE END.