Harley Riders don't even give me "the wave" when we pass.
There's a wave, and then there's "the wave"... The former's totally friendly.. The latter's a Harley thing - and ya gotta ride one to understand...
For a period of time I was involved with a pretty woman who had her own Harley, a Shovelhead Lowrider that had been given to her by some guy. She would let me ride it. Here come some big ol' Harley riders the other direction and me and them are all waving at each other like old friends.
None of 'em waved at her because she was on my Jap bike
"...if the gentlemen of Virginia shall send us a dozen of their sons, we would take great care in their education, instruct them in all we know, and make men of them." Canasatego 1744
