This morning as I rode the big Blue Meanie to work I had something occur which I have heard about but until that moment had never encountered myself. As I pulled onto the main street that leads to the on ramp of the interstate I saw a Japanese cruiser in front of me. I pulled up next to the bike and saw that the rider was a mid fifties grey bearded guy who proceeded to pointedly ignore me. Usually when I pull up next to someone on another two wheeler there is an acknowledgement of some fashion.From a simple head nod to a conversation about each others bikes I have always had a cordial interaction. It doesn't seem to matter what either of us is riding we understand that the other person knows what it is like to catch a bug in the teeth and taste that gooey, vegetale taste. We have both had a cell phone talking box driver drift over into our lane and had a fender close enough to polish if we wanted to reach out and do so. We both know that without a jacket rain at fifty miles an hour hurts and that gravel is a poor substitute for asphalt to fill potholes. Perhaps the rider I was along side today had a bad morning. Perhaps he was lost in thought or perhaps he was just anti-social. I'll never know but it was the first time a fellow two wheeler chose to respond in such a way. Then again maybe it was my cologne.
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Harley riders on I4 photo courtesy of Wikicommons - Ian Griffiths
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