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[QUOTE="Ol'89r, post: 1273628, member: 17212"] What goes around, comes around. :cool: A funny little story that happened a few years ago. A couple of riding buddys and I were out riding in the hills and we came across a large group of horse riders. Had to be about 20 or 25 of them. We saw them coming from a long ways away so we stopped, pulled off the trail and took our helmets off to greet them while they passed. Most of the people in my neighborhood have horses and motorcycles and we all get along quite well. Except for a couple of young jerks on dirtbikes, we all show each other as much respect as we can. I own horses myself and have experienced both sides of the coin. Anyway, we stopped a few feet off of the trail and waited for the riders to pass. Most of them were very friendly. Tipped their hats to us and thanked us for stopping and taking our helmets off to greet them. A few of them looked straight ahead or looked away as to say they didn't like dirtbikes but they were not going to say anything. We smiled and greeted them just the same. The last guy was a big overweight slob on a very small Morgan bay. We could see that this guy was going to be trouble long before he got to us. He had a fat red face and reddish hair and beard with tobacco juice running down it. He pulled up and stuck his horses face right into mine and proceeded to tell us that we didn't belong out there. Basically called us every name in the book and told us he was in the posse and was going to have us arrested. I tried to explain that I also had horses and had been riding in those hills for over 30 years on both horses and motorcycles. And that I had as much right to be there as he did. He continued to cuss us out and then spit at me as he rode away. As angry and disgusted as I was, I just sat there like a good li'l' dirtbiker and took it. I though about giving his horse an uppercut to the chin with my helmet which would have caused the horse to dump his worthless fat azz on the ground and then use him for a hill climb but, I didn't. I just sat there and took it. :| What I did notice was his saddle pad. It was a pad from a riding club from a neighboring city. Several of the riders had the same saddle pads. Funny thing about this story was this group of riders had an annual trail ride where over 50 to 70 riders took a two day ride. Half way through the ride they stopped overnight at a neighbor of mine and had a B-bq, played horseshoes and camped out in my neighbors arena. Then, the next day they rode back. What was even funnier was the fact that they had to ask my permission to cross my land to get to my neighbors land. If they couldn't cross my land they had to go up a very steep paved road and back down the same paved road. Most of their horses were shod so it wasn't safe for the horses with shoes on to walk on the slippery pavement. Well, to make a long story even longer, the group that we ran across was doing a pre-ride for their annual trail ride. A couple of weeks later when my neighbor came over to ask my permission to cross my land, I told him about our encounter with this guy. He knew exactly who he was and just looked down at the ground in embarrassment. I told my neighbor that I had no problem with his club but before they could cross my land, I wanted this POS to come to my home and stand face to face with me like a man and apologize for what he said and did. And he could bring his frikkin posse with him if he wanted to. Apparently, the fat slob wasn't man enough to do that so, they didn't get my permission. Their ride was only a mere shadow of the ride the year before because most of the beginner riders were not comfortable with riding on the slick pavement. They only had about 20 riders attend instead of the 50 to 70 riders that normally attended. Plus they had to go about 6 miles out of their way to get around the paved part. This caused them to be late to my neighbors house, cutting the b-bq short and eliminating many of their games. They also had to leave earlier the next morning because of the extra mileage. All because of one pompous jackass. Several of them wound up trailering out the next day rather than do the extra mileage. The ride has been cancelled now, not because of me but because a developer closed the trail that gets them from the other side of the freeway to our side. I usually go to those meetings and fight for the rights of the horsemen but, I just didn't have the will to fight on the same side as someone like that. We still ride our bikes in those hills but, we haven't seen their riding club over there in several years. Too bad. Ya' never know who your talking to out there or who your pissin' off. It can go both ways. :nod: [/QUOTE]
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