The More Things Change ...
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The More Things Change ...
Just finished reading a message on another muttersickle board about "biker unfriendly Hilton Head" in South Carolina. Brought back some, shall we just say, interesting memories! I was stationed and lived as a civvie in Charleston, SC in the mid '70s thru early '80s, and again in the mid '80s to early '90s.
Used to ride with a pretty grubby group of characters, mostly Navy. We used to get harrassed pretty regularly by the local gendarmes of North Charleston, Hanahan, and especially the outlying high dollar communities. We weren't saints by any means, but we seldom caused any problems for the locals. Really just wanted to ride, party a bit, and blow off steam, in the manner of our Navy forefathers.
Once in awhile we'd gather everyone up and head out to one of the exclusive beach communities for some fun. Didn't matter that we were behaving like perfect gentlemen, and were going to a beach house we rented for a week for a month's pay, the local rent-a-cops would go out of their way to harass us. Sometimes we'd get a little back by riding en-masse into the enclave, and when the cops would start our way, we'd split up into 15 different directions, only to meet at a restaurant or the rental house. Of course we'd have to pay for that later!
I was dating a girl that lived in Navy housing for awhile, but was also interested in another girl that worked in a local restaurant in North Charleston. A Hanahan cop was interested in the restaurant girl, too. I'd come into town on my way from the Navy girl and head to the restaurant for breakfast at midnight and cut through Hanahan. But since I was riding a Sportster with what looked like drag pipes (they weren't) I'd get pulled over frequently. They'd have to cut me loose after checking the pipes out, but they also didn't like the expired inspection sticker on the fork tubes.
It was my Dad's bike, and registered in Ohio but had a front end off a bud's South Carolina bike, expired inspection sticker included. I'd forgotten about the sticker, mostly 'cause Ohio didn't require vehicle extortion, er, inspections. The guys from Hanahan wrote me a ticket a couple times, but I'd beat it in their rinky-dink traffic court. I finally told the judge, about the third ticket, that I thought I was being singled out for harrassment because I sometimes dated a girl that one of the officers dated, too. He chewed out the cop who wrote me the ticket, and I stayed outta Hanahan for a spell!
Everything turned out fine in the end. I was at the restaurant eating one evening and the cop came in after his shift to see the girl. She was working the counter and he had to sit next to me. I told him I wouldn't ask her out any more if he could do something about his buddies stopping me every time I rode through town. We came to an agreement, and I rode through Hanahan whenever I wanted.
The real reason I didn't want to ask the restaurant girl out any more was two-fold. The Navy girl told me to straighten up or shove off, and the restaurant girl couldn't ride for spit! Wimmens!!!!
Used to ride with a pretty grubby group of characters, mostly Navy. We used to get harrassed pretty regularly by the local gendarmes of North Charleston, Hanahan, and especially the outlying high dollar communities. We weren't saints by any means, but we seldom caused any problems for the locals. Really just wanted to ride, party a bit, and blow off steam, in the manner of our Navy forefathers.
Once in awhile we'd gather everyone up and head out to one of the exclusive beach communities for some fun. Didn't matter that we were behaving like perfect gentlemen, and were going to a beach house we rented for a week for a month's pay, the local rent-a-cops would go out of their way to harass us. Sometimes we'd get a little back by riding en-masse into the enclave, and when the cops would start our way, we'd split up into 15 different directions, only to meet at a restaurant or the rental house. Of course we'd have to pay for that later!
I was dating a girl that lived in Navy housing for awhile, but was also interested in another girl that worked in a local restaurant in North Charleston. A Hanahan cop was interested in the restaurant girl, too. I'd come into town on my way from the Navy girl and head to the restaurant for breakfast at midnight and cut through Hanahan. But since I was riding a Sportster with what looked like drag pipes (they weren't) I'd get pulled over frequently. They'd have to cut me loose after checking the pipes out, but they also didn't like the expired inspection sticker on the fork tubes.
It was my Dad's bike, and registered in Ohio but had a front end off a bud's South Carolina bike, expired inspection sticker included. I'd forgotten about the sticker, mostly 'cause Ohio didn't require vehicle extortion, er, inspections. The guys from Hanahan wrote me a ticket a couple times, but I'd beat it in their rinky-dink traffic court. I finally told the judge, about the third ticket, that I thought I was being singled out for harrassment because I sometimes dated a girl that one of the officers dated, too. He chewed out the cop who wrote me the ticket, and I stayed outta Hanahan for a spell!
Everything turned out fine in the end. I was at the restaurant eating one evening and the cop came in after his shift to see the girl. She was working the counter and he had to sit next to me. I told him I wouldn't ask her out any more if he could do something about his buddies stopping me every time I rode through town. We came to an agreement, and I rode through Hanahan whenever I wanted.
The real reason I didn't want to ask the restaurant girl out any more was two-fold. The Navy girl told me to straighten up or shove off, and the restaurant girl couldn't ride for spit! Wimmens!!!!
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RE: The More Things Change ...
Wimmens is right!
But lovin' em' sure does feel right! And I wouldn't trade mine in on nothing less than an old' Harley (OUCH! Stop hitting me, hon!) [:@]
Mac
But lovin' em' sure does feel right! And I wouldn't trade mine in on nothing less than an old' Harley (OUCH! Stop hitting me, hon!) [:@]
Mac
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RE: The More Things Change ...
Come on over Stones, we'll drink some beer, tell some stories and I'll paint.
How's that?
How's that?
