May I explain why some Harley riders don't wave?
Now when I am riding my Yamaha, I wave at anyone on two wheels, three wheels, Vespas, bicycles, pedestrians, purse-snatchers, junkies, pimps, thugs, old ladies, you name it. I wave and smile. Not that you can see my smile through my sensible full-face helmet, but I still smile.
Now when I riding my Harley I don't wave because if I let go of the apehangers the worn wheel bearings and horrible front end will make me veer into oncoming traffic or slide luridly off the road and catapult over the guardrail. That is why I don't wave.
I can't smile because my German stormtrooper helmet is poised to slide down, obscuring my vision, whenever I hit the brakes. When I'm accelerating the ill-fitting helmet flops around so violently that I can barely concentrate on the sound of my exhaust pipes.
Being cool is not easy and I have had to make certain sacrifices to achieve the level I'm at: mostly smiling and waving. Now I hope you understand why Harley riders don't wave.
Now when I am riding my Yamaha, I wave at anyone on two wheels, three wheels, Vespas, bicycles, pedestrians, purse-snatchers, junkies, pimps, thugs, old ladies, you name it. I wave and smile. Not that you can see my smile through my sensible full-face helmet, but I still smile.
Now when I riding my Harley I don't wave because if I let go of the apehangers the worn wheel bearings and horrible front end will make me veer into oncoming traffic or slide luridly off the road and catapult over the guardrail. That is why I don't wave.
I can't smile because my German stormtrooper helmet is poised to slide down, obscuring my vision, whenever I hit the brakes. When I'm accelerating the ill-fitting helmet flops around so violently that I can barely concentrate on the sound of my exhaust pipes.
Being cool is not easy and I have had to make certain sacrifices to achieve the level I'm at: mostly smiling and waving. Now I hope you understand why Harley riders don't wave.
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