Took a ride out yesterday & passed through Stratford on Avon. Lots of bikers tend to gather there (next to the theatre as it happens) normally I wouldn't bother to stop, but there was a street market & fair on, so I pulled in. Wish I'd taken my camera, there were some awesome bikes there.
Anyway to get to the point there were quite a few HD's there. But the guys who owned them were just like me; Old farts with kids, mortgages, regular jobs. Hell, you gotta have a good job to buy a Harley over here.
And here's the but, the other guys who were on Yammie's, Suzi's, Ducati's (Saw a beautiful 1098, but the engine was rattling like a bag of spanners) would chat & exchange pleasantries about their bike, your bike, what they were going to buy next, about the journey, where you get get good chips & a cup of tea. The HD guys were aloof & seperate, kept themselves to themselves & ened up talking to the inane tourists!
As I left I stopped to let a HD out in front of me, as I did so smiled & nodded - The guy looked at me like I was something he's stepped in. Well, Bo**ocks to 'em that's what I say. I shall still acknowledge any biker I meet on the road, they wish to be aloof - their problem not mine! :Sport: