[Jeff Higgins]

Actually, around here every goddamn one of them waves. It's all a part of the show. That, and calling each other "bro", hugging each other all the time, and getting their first tattoo at 53 years of age. And let's not forget growing their three remaining strands of hair out and tying them into a leather wrapped ponytail, wearing a beard for the first time in their life, and the ubiquitous ear ring.

Yes, I've been riding Harleys for 30 years now. These clowns have me seriously considering something else, as much as I love the bike. The "guilt by association" that comes with riding one today is starting to get to me. Maybe a Beemer or something...

Anyway, I remember when we waved because it was actually unusual to run accross another bike on the road. It was more of a "hey look; your's is running too!!" kind of a wave. Or more than likely we knew each other. Nowadays, if I waved at every fair weather weekend badass I run accross on our backroads, I would never have my left hand on the bar. We are over run with them. I only wave in the winter months, or on rainy days; the boutique crowd is at home; warm, dry, and safe. And looking through Harley-Davidson Motorclothes "spring collection" catalogs (I ***** you not - got one in the mail the other day).

Oh well. I still wave at other Porsches. I run accross them with about the same frequency that I used to run accross other bikes. If the Porsche is old enough, they usually wave back. It has an enthusiast in it. The opposite is true on the bike; the new riders on the new bikes wave. The guys with some miles in the saddle, and years of riding under their belts, have pretty much stopped. We'll let the yuppie RUB FNG's have their fun and think they're cool.