Reposted from another forum where it was stolen from this forum and reposted there before it was stolen from another forum to post here.
I read all the posts here on the...wave...sheesh.
I love motorcycles and I love riding. Like many of you, what first drew
me to bikes was not just the experience of riding, but the feeling that
I'd become part of a special community--a brotherhood, really. Nothing
calms me more than a long ride down the interstate, waving to the
members of my beloved clan. Except when I pass Harley guys. I hate
Harley guys. Hate, hate, hate. When they pass me on the highway, you
know what I do? I don't wave. With their little tassel handlebars and
the studded luggage and the half-helmets--God, they drive me crazy.
You know who else I hate? BMW guys. Oh, I do hate those guys. I don't
wave at them, either. They think they're so great, sitting all upright,
with their 180-degree German engines. God, I hate them. They're almost
as bad as those old bastards on their touring motorcycles. You know what
I call those bikes? "Two-wheeled couches!" Get it? Because they're so big.
They drive around like they've got all day. Appreciate the scenery
somewhere else Grampa, and while you're at it, I'm not waving to you.
Ducati guys--I don't wave at them either. Why don't they spend a little more
money on their bikes? "You can have it in any colour you want, as long as it's
red." Aren't you cool! Like they even know what a desmo-whatever engine is
anyway. Try finding the battery you Italian-wannabe racers! I never, ever
wave at those guys.
Sportbike "Crotch Rocket" guys aren't much better, which is why I never
wave at them, either. They always have those stupid helmets sitting on top
of their stupid heads, and God forbid they should wear any safety gear.
They make me so mad. Sometimes they'll speed by and look over at me and
you know what I do? I don't wave. I just keep on going.
Please, don't get me started on Honda guys. CBRs? What are you, twelve
years old? Team Red my ass. I never wave at Honda guys.
I ride an FJR, and I'll only wave at FJR guys, but even then, I'll never wave
at a guy in full leathers. Never, never, never. Yeah, like you're going to get
your knee down on the New York thruway. Nice crotch, by the way. Guys in
full leathers will never get a wave from me, and by the way, neither will the
guys in two-piece leathers. And I'll tell you who else I'm not waving at -- those
guys with the helmets with the loud paintjobs. Four pounds of paint on a
two pound helmet - like I'm going to wave back to that! I'll also never wave
at someone with a mirrored visor, or helmet stickers, or racing gloves, or
hiking boots.
To me, motorcycling is a like a family, a close-knit brotherhood of people who
ride FJRs, wear jeans and a leather jacket (not Vanson) with regular gloves
and a solid-color helmet with a clear visor, no stickers, no racing gloves and
regular boots (not Timberlands). And isn't that what really makes riding so special?
