not a real biker. I was out and about, just enjoying a little ride when I stopped at the local convenience store for some fuel. A young man came in on his bike and being polite, we exchanged greetings. Apparently, I not only don't ride the right kind of bike, I also do not wear the right clothes. To the real bikers chagrin, I did rub it in that I had made it to Sturgis this year. Fact is, I had been more than once. I am pretty sure I ruined his day. I love being a grumpy old fart, err, rider, yeah that's it, RIDER....... |
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