Bruce with a Canon Loc: Islip

When living in Texas, I was in the garage on a pleasant spring afternoon reloading some pistol ammo.

A stranger walks up the drive way, tells ne he just bought the house across the street, and he would like to use the phone to call utility companies and get the ball rolling on lights, gas, water and phone.

I handed him the phone and excused myself while he conducted his business, I brought out some icetea and continued my business.

Following his phone calls he told me he was a State Trooper, and he and his wife had a little girl about the same age as my daughter.

We chatted and exchanged ammo reloads and our wives and kids got along great.

One Saturday Trooper and baby went down to the Circle K to buy some goodies. He was in civilian clothes.

Now some of you are thinking a Texas State Trooper is 6 foot 4 235 pounds and built for business.

That might be true for a lot of Troopers, However my neighbor was more of a 5 foot 9 middleweight kind of fella.

He comes back from the convenience store and I could tell something was on his mind.

He was online at the register and a fellow with long hair, heavily tattooed arms, denim vest, carrying a helmet gets in line behind him, His daughter, who he is holding looking over his shoulder, Sticks her finger in this fellows face and says " LOOK DADDY, DIRTBAG".

I took that to mean watch what to hell you say around 2 year olds!

(BTW the biker laughed)

TrainNut Loc: Ridin' the rails

That happened to a friend of mine except he used the word ni**er all the time. His daughter and him was in a store and said "look daddy a ni**er".

Bruce with a Canon Loc: Islip

ewwwwwww I bet more conversation followed!

TrainNut Loc: Ridin' the rails

He turned tail and ran.

heyrob Loc: Western Washington

True story: Back when I was a county cop, I went for a ride along with my brother who was a State Trooper. We pulled over a biker wearing colors (gang vest) who was quite argumentative and uncooperative. After the stop was concluded my brother got back in the patrol car, looked at me and asked " Do you know the difference between a Harley and a Hoover?" I chuckled and said "No." he replied, "The position of the dirt bag." :lol:

tlbuljac Loc: Oklahoma

Was it the one and only Obamadingaling

TrainNut Loc: Ridin' the rails

This was back in the early 70s. Before I learned not to hang around such people.

tlbuljac Loc: Oklahoma

:thumbup: :thumbup:

EdJ0307 Loc: out west someplace

I have been riding motorcycles for many years now but never had a Harley, just respectable Hondas, Kawasakis, or Suzukis. I would bet you offended a whole bunch of Harley people today. Although a lot of people like you would probably consider Harleys as a "gang bike", there are a lot of doctors, lawyers, school teachers, business people, etc., that ride them. A lot of police departments use Harleys, including our Sheriff's department here in town. Do you refer to those cops as "dirt bags", also?

jeep_daddy Loc: Prescott AZ

I was about 6 or 7 when my father and I were driving down the road in LA with our windows down and some guy was just minding his own business mowing his lawn and I yelled out the window "Jack Ass". At the time I didn't know any better I'd heard may father yell the same thing at someone for what I thought was no reason. Needless to say my father gave me the back of his hand just as fast as he could. I was not knowing why either.

pounder35 Loc: "Southeast of Disorder"

Most Harley riders and other street riders I have met are the greatest people I've met. Movies and stories about the Hell's Angels are way out of proportion. I only rode dirt bikes and was surrounded by great people all the time racing motocross, hare scrambles, and enduros. The motorcycle riders in general are definitely not "dirt bags". Our local police riders are on on BMW's. Sweet! :thumbup:

Bruce with a Canon Loc: Islip

While in the Army I rode a Harley, Being in the Army we had access to beer on Sunday. South Carolina did not permit the sale of beer on Sunday.
There is a lake near Fort Jackson, where bikers frequent on the week ends. We bought 8 or 10 cases of beer and brought them to the lake, Sold the beer until we doubled our expenses then gave the rest to the bikers.
There were 3 clubs that came to the lake and I had never seen any hint of a problem.
Demons, Band of Gypsies, the occasional Hells Angel, everyone minded their business and their manners.

As "clean cut" soldiers we fer sure looked out of place with these bikers. Most of them were nice enough, some had no use for Yankees, but hey we were in Carolina.

UP-2-IT Loc: RED STICK, LA

Kids learn a lot at home

THISTLE Loc: Reidsville NC

When I was in the Navy, a long time ago, my Division Officer brought his three year old into work. She scooted out and before he could catch her she made it into the COs office and demanded to see the a**hole. She immediately got to go home.

UP-2-IT Loc: RED STICK, LA

Talk about a nightmare! LOL