ORIGINAL: Lumpy63

I have to agree.

I waved once at a passing motorcyclist. I thought it was a Harley, but it turned out to be a Metric cruiser. That wasn't an issue, but apparently some Harely guys were behind me, and at the next light, were all like, "Hey dude...you waved at a Metric bike."

I was like, "Yeah....so?"

And they were all like, "So....what's up with that?"

So I proceeded to explain that it doesn't really matter WHAT you ride, as long as you ride.

Then they were like, "Doooood.....yer riiiiight!!"

Well, that didn't ruin my life.

But...... I spent so much time explaining this to these guys, that I was late getting home, and my wife was super-pissed cause she just spent all afternoon cooking my favorite dinner. So the food was cold, and she was pissed and no matter what I said, it just made it worse. I explained to her the whole story of "It's not what you ride, it's that you ride. No change.

But that's not what ruined my life, either.

So after dinner, I went out for a few beers at the local tavern and this sweet little red-headed honey comes up to me and starts chatting with me at the bar. We have a few drinks and one thing leads to another, and the next thing you know........yep......you guessed it.........I'm too drunk to drive home.

But that didn't ruin my life, either.

So I called the wife and told her I needed a ride home. She was still pissed about the whole dinner thing, and all the way home, I proceeded to tell her about the sweet little red-head at the bar that was all over me, and she proceeded to tell me that she didn't see a sweet little red-head at the bar next to me, rather a 190 lbs, patch over one eye, and a neatly trimmed, bearded gal sitting next to me, who was "into me", if you mean that asking me to pass her the bowl of peanuts was actually "hitting on me" and "all over me".

But that didn't ruin my life, either.

That's when, in my ultimate drunkeness, I once again explained to the wife that it's not WHAT you ride, as long AS you ride....

I don't remember much after that.

That's pretty much where it takes a turn for the bad, andbecause of THAT, I will never wave to another biker on the road again.

ORIGINAL: Lumpy63

I have to agree.

I waved once at a passing motorcyclist. I thought it was a Harley, but it turned out to be a Metric cruiser. That wasn't an issue, but apparently some Harely guys were behind me, and at the next light, were all like, "Hey dude...you waved at a Metric bike."

I was like, "Yeah....so?"

And they were all like, "So....what's up with that?"

So I proceeded to explain that it doesn't really matter WHAT you ride, as long as you ride.

Then they were like, "Doooood.....yer riiiiight!!"

Well, that didn't ruin my life.

But...... I spent so much time explaining this to these guys, that I was late getting home, and my wife was super-pissed cause she just spent all afternoon cooking my favorite dinner. So the food was cold, and she was pissed and no matter what I said, it just made it worse. I explained to her the whole story of "It's not what you ride, it's that you ride. No change.

But that's not what ruined my life, either.

So after dinner, I went out for a few beers at the local tavern and this sweet little red-headed honey comes up to me and starts chatting with me at the bar. We have a few drinks and one thing leads to another, and the next thing you know........yep......you guessed it.........I'm too drunk to drive home.

But that didn't ruin my life, either.

So I called the wife and told her I needed a ride home. She was still pissed about the whole dinner thing, and all the way home, I proceeded to tell her about the sweet little red-head at the bar that was all over me, and she proceeded to tell me that she didn't see a sweet little red-head at the bar next to me, rather a 190 lbs, patch over one eye, and a neatly trimmed, bearded gal sitting next to me, who was "into me", if you mean that asking me to pass her the bowl of peanuts was actually "hitting on me" and "all over me".

But that didn't ruin my life, either.

That's when, in my ultimate drunkeness, I once again explained to the wife that it's not WHAT you ride, as long AS you ride....

I don't remember much after that.

That's pretty much where it takes a turn for the bad, andbecause of THAT, I will never wave to another biker on the road again.