Last year, after the kilt ride had ended, I was off on me own, hooning about the city like a hooligan.
One of San Francisco's finest lit me up, not being a bad man, I pulled over after a few blocks.
Up walks a buxom female officer, takes me license and registration, looks them over and asks me:
"So, what's under the kilt?"
I look directly into her eyes and say:
"Confidence"
She flushed, handed back my license and reg and said with a stammer "Slow it down please"
That's right, another year, another kilt ride! We move later into December for this one, colder, wetter, wilder.
So, lets wear our kilts, ride into the wind, and show our nuts...I mean show we're nuts.
We will be meeting Saturday, December 13th, 11:00 AM at Red's Java House (Pier 30, Embarcadero @ Bryant, San Francisco).
The rules are simple:
1. Wear a kilt (If you are wearing underwear, you'll be labeled a dress wearing poofter), or a skirt, or something skirt-like (short bathtowels are up for individual approval)
2. Wear knee armor if you can, we aren't going to be hauling ass, so you shouldn't be crashing, but shit can happen
3. We won't be lane splitting unless everyone agrees to, and won't be hauling ass (we will be lacking some key protective gear)
4. Don't crash
5. If you can strap a pair of riding pants to your bike, do it. At least wear them for the ride to the start point, and for when you leave the pub afterwards
6. If the group gets split up, we will wait for them, it's not going to be a massive turnout, so we can afford to be chill and let folks regroup.
This year we will be making a short stop and a proper kilt store (and whiskey shop!), then off to molest the marina, piss off the presidio, and motor boat twin peaks, the final stop will be The Phoenix in the mission.
What other time of year can we all make asses out of ourselves...and get hooted at for it?
One of San Francisco's finest lit me up, not being a bad man, I pulled over after a few blocks.
Up walks a buxom female officer, takes me license and registration, looks them over and asks me:
"So, what's under the kilt?"
I look directly into her eyes and say:
"Confidence"
She flushed, handed back my license and reg and said with a stammer "Slow it down please"
That's right, another year, another kilt ride! We move later into December for this one, colder, wetter, wilder.
So, lets wear our kilts, ride into the wind, and show our nuts...I mean show we're nuts.
We will be meeting Saturday, December 13th, 11:00 AM at Red's Java House (Pier 30, Embarcadero @ Bryant, San Francisco).
The rules are simple:
1. Wear a kilt (If you are wearing underwear, you'll be labeled a dress wearing poofter), or a skirt, or something skirt-like (short bathtowels are up for individual approval)
2. Wear knee armor if you can, we aren't going to be hauling ass, so you shouldn't be crashing, but shit can happen
3. We won't be lane splitting unless everyone agrees to, and won't be hauling ass (we will be lacking some key protective gear)
4. Don't crash
5. If you can strap a pair of riding pants to your bike, do it. At least wear them for the ride to the start point, and for when you leave the pub afterwards
6. If the group gets split up, we will wait for them, it's not going to be a massive turnout, so we can afford to be chill and let folks regroup.
This year we will be making a short stop and a proper kilt store (and whiskey shop!), then off to molest the marina, piss off the presidio, and motor boat twin peaks, the final stop will be The Phoenix in the mission.
What other time of year can we all make asses out of ourselves...and get hooted at for it?
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