Motorcycles

Sorry for the ramble, one of those days. My last post made me think of something else. I was out on the little 550 mile loop that I like to ride. It was spring time in AZ, which meant a jacket was needed when you rode out of the desert. My leather has been with me since I was 19 or so, and it is kind of trashed. I was sitting in a Sonic in Show Low AZ having lunch and in rode the Harley crew, you know, the ones with the prisitine bikes and all the leather gear. Chaps and all. Never understood the whole chaps thing, still dont. Anyway, they parked next to my Honda and one of them made a comment about how dirty it was. I could not help myself, I walked over and looked at this guys bike. It was 4 years old and did not even have 4k miles on it. Only thing I said was at least I ride. The war was on. I never was the best at making friends.