If you're on the road, h-d guys wave because they think you're on a buell-shaker.
The two worst passing moments I've ever had were getting around harley-clones. Both were ass-idiots. This spring a make the beast with two backs-stick with a pillion, no less, tries to out brake me and runs off the road. make the beast with two backs-tard got what he deserved.
Can you figure what I think of MOST clones?
When you're out in the middle of no where and you pass'em, they wave; mutual. Road trip respect from me everytime. But, and this is coming from a guy who sold Harleys folks, most of the 'loud' guys are cling-on, 'bucks hopping, 'I'll take a #5' tattoo please, ass-chaped cube-dwellers who take orders from someone else all day. They're dying for a set of balls but can't find them in the accessory catalog. Horrah for the H-D/Sears Catalog of individuality! These guys throw down there bonus check on boob jobs and vests while there kids teeth rot.
ugh.
This is a sensational read, nearly pissed myself i was laughing so hard, if you don't mind I'm going to send this to my father in-law who is a four foot Harley head.