What's your unusual biking pleasure?

[SnowStrom]

- the smell of ACF50 burning off the hot bits when you set off after a good spray

- knowing that I don't have to worry about parking when I go into town

and this one's a bit weird, but I love striding through shopping centres in all my gear, gloves on, shades on... makes me feel like a bit of a badass

[Gassoon]

and this one's a bit weird, but I love striding through shopping centres in all my gear, gloves on, shades on... makes me feel like a bit of a badass

  good one! I love the way people make space...no bumping into you when you're in bike gear (mind, probably they don't want to get mucky!)

[SnowStrom]

Wearing one of these - it makes me look like a ninja and nobody can see that I'm singing away inside my helmet

[Sofa]

Having people guess what type of bike I ride. Being fat, bearded, shaven headed and pierced they never guess BMW's and a V strom, always go the Harley/Cruiser/Trike/Chop route and eventually give up before the reveal!

[StromGeeza]

I have another U.B.P.

Chucking away the old skanky wax ear plugs and starting on a fresh new pair. Lovely!

[Petstep]

That moment when you sweep round a bend on a single carriageway road, see a car up ahead, and smile to yourself knowing that in a minute or two you're going to drop a couple of gears before accelerating past....

Ah - just seen it's unusual pleasures you're after!

[JHGlee]

Watching the needles dance when I turn on the ignition on my Guzzi 1200 Sport and the strange way the bike lunches to the right when you blip the throttle.



... And biker cafés!!!

[Hilldweller]

That moment when you sweep round a bend on a single carriageway road, see a car up ahead, and smile

Like it. In my case huge neon letters light up in front of me S P O R T.

[Mick 85]

pulling up alongside a flash car at traffic lights. Letting the bike roll slowly backwards, as the driver is looking across for a race. This often totally confuses them into thinking they are creeping forward ..... passes the time for me, and can be a highlight of the daily commute.

[shedchief]

Standing up on tbe pegs and shaking free my wedgie.
Bliss!

[Juvecu]

:text-tmi:

[tallpaul]

Well shedchief, that little revelation lives up to the title of this thread perfectly!

[iansoady]

Unusual now as that ferry doesn't run but getting off the overnight at Cherbourg then running down the D24 across the Marais du Cotentin with the sun rising over my left shoulder and slowly clearing the mist  off the fields to either side. Then stopping for breakfast in Coutances.

Absolutely magic.

[krisv]

Riding into work every morning. Seeing the look on my colleagues' faces sitting in traffic as I pass them with a smug wave.

Me and a work mate do a bit of work with schools & students such as being a panel member for judging events/projects as an initiative to get students to take up engineering degrees. Love the look on the organisers (whom I have spoken to over phone or exchanged a lot of emails) when we turn up on bikes. can't really describe it, maybe a bit of surprise, shock and disgust as if looking at a bunch of hooligans. Priceless.

[Juvecu]

I've thought of another one: the way people get out of my way when I'm wearing bike clothes, particularly how they let me through doors first. Some even insist even if I'm holding the door for them already.

I guess some of them just don't want to get dirty, but for the most I get the feeling some people are careful of me.

And another one while I'm at it: little kids looking at you wide eyed when you're in bike clothes. I make a point of waving at them and more than often get a smile and a shy wave. I love it!

I hope that their earliest memories of bikers would be that we're friendly though we don't always look it. There's too much prejudice towards bikers in the UK already.

[alan29]

That satisfying splat when a wasp explodes on your visor, and knowing it will never sting again.

[Hilldweller]

That satisfying splat when a wasp explodes on your visor, and knowing it will never sting again.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

My most terrifying moment on a bike. Pottering along. Something catches my eye. I blink. Then again. Then yellow. Then yellow and black. Then the realisation there is a wasp crawling inside my visor.

Mother of all emergency stops takes place. Helmet comes off so violently I nearly rip my head off. Didn't find the wasp.

Isn't it pathetic how logic goes out of the window in a panic. I could have just opened the visor.

On the other hand, a wasp sting in the eye. Doesn't bear thinking about.

[Hilldweller]

Standing up on tbe pegs and shaking free my wedgie.
Bliss!

your Valantino Rossie AICM5P.