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on a GSX-R 1000. I was on my CBR and at the traffic light I asked him if he was going up Lookout Mountain and he nodded. I took off with him right behind me. Lookout Mt. has dozens of curves and several tight switchbacks. The weather was warm, with no wind or traffic, and we wailed up the road. About 3/4 of the way up, a rider coming down motioned for us to slow down. I looked for ice, rocks, deer, and cops, but could find nothing wrong.
We stopped at the parking lot on top and his name was Dean and he had an '06 with only 200 miles. He also has an RC51 that he races, two Harleys, and a Ducati. He had pins all over his body from racing motocross, and his father has a 79 GS1000 like mine, but it was the L model (Suzuki put semi apehangers and a stepped seat on the standard model to make a cruiser). I found out that Dean lives on the same road as me, about a mile away. I told him I met a guy on a red R6 from his area, and Dean says he often sees the R6 owner park his bike on his porch. Small world.
We talked for over an hour, reminiscing about old motorcycle stores and dealers that are now gone, as well as the race tracks that are gone. Now, the nearest road race track is in Pueblo, about 120 miles from Denver. Besides racing, Dean is also an MSF instructor. He said the riders he's teaching now are more into saving gas, "not passionate about riding like you are." Boy that made me feel good. He said the hardest part is telling someone in the class that they shouldn't be riding.
We swapped phone numbers and took off down the mountain. I let him lead. It's funny, but that triangular muffler on his Gixxer grows on you after a while, as does the individual lights in the taillight. Maybe I'll give him a call next week to go riding.
We stopped at the parking lot on top and his name was Dean and he had an '06 with only 200 miles. He also has an RC51 that he races, two Harleys, and a Ducati. He had pins all over his body from racing motocross, and his father has a 79 GS1000 like mine, but it was the L model (Suzuki put semi apehangers and a stepped seat on the standard model to make a cruiser). I found out that Dean lives on the same road as me, about a mile away. I told him I met a guy on a red R6 from his area, and Dean says he often sees the R6 owner park his bike on his porch. Small world.
We talked for over an hour, reminiscing about old motorcycle stores and dealers that are now gone, as well as the race tracks that are gone. Now, the nearest road race track is in Pueblo, about 120 miles from Denver. Besides racing, Dean is also an MSF instructor. He said the riders he's teaching now are more into saving gas, "not passionate about riding like you are." Boy that made me feel good. He said the hardest part is telling someone in the class that they shouldn't be riding.
We swapped phone numbers and took off down the mountain. I let him lead. It's funny, but that triangular muffler on his Gixxer grows on you after a while, as does the individual lights in the taillight. Maybe I'll give him a call next week to go riding.
