So I was on my Kat riding from work and I rolled up next to this guy with mangy long grey hair and a beard, riding a Harley, with a Vietnam Vet jacket on. I peered over at him and he looked back at me with the kind of grin you can only have while riding a motorcycle. I nodded, and said something like "Beautiful day for a ride". He responded with an enthusiastic "HELL YEAH" as the light turned green and he took off. We hit a couple more stop lights together and chatted it up a bit.
I've always felt that bikers is bikers. There are different types of bikes, and different types of bikers, but if you're on two wheels you're bretheren. It was cool to have a dude riding a Harley not treat me like a jackass just becuase I ride a different type of bike.
I've always felt that bikers is bikers. There are different types of bikes, and different types of bikers, but if you're on two wheels you're bretheren. It was cool to have a dude riding a Harley not treat me like a jackass just becuase I ride a different type of bike.
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