Now, I'm not one who could be called a motorcycle snob. If it gets ya' there and gives ya' grins - roll with it. But after rollin' by many a leather fag on a snortin' hippo.... or maybe it's the other way, leather hippo fag on a..... you get the picture - it certainly is refreshing to see someone who RIDES their bike. Albeit antique and raggedassed. Gotta give the fella credit though; no tassles, studs, or shiny chrome. That tote is probably not Genuine Honda though it is sporetin' a no-shit genuine Windjammer fairing straight from the hands of Craig Vetter - inventor of the modern touring bike.
Speaking of snortin' hippos.... Lately, I have taken to giving all positively identified harley riders "The Bird".
For those not of the cognoscenti I will explain why: we motorcyclists commonly wave to one another going down the road. It is a time honoured tradition that clearly acknowledges the kindred spirit of wanderlust that was common in all bikers. Today three quarters of the "riders" out there are a bunch of leatherfags playin' dress-up and lookin' to impregnate one another with a bunghole baby.
Am I being unfair? Yes. Am I stereotyping? Yes. Cry me a river. I figure the real riders will flip one right back (might even have an adventure bike in the garage)- the poseurs will just pout, putt on home, and keep gathering in flocks like the sheep they are.
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