I will share another short story. (Im full of em today lol)

My father was an airline pilot, and he had this co-pilot that he flew with for awhile that was just awesome. Couldnt say enough good about him. When my dad retired, this co-pilot came out to my folks house for the retirement party... Well he shows up, and none of us besides my dad had met him. This huge (ripped) black guy, on a harley, wearing an American flag leather vest...

It was awesome. I had just gotten my first bike, a little honda F2 and I was all proud. Well I was half kidding and didnt realize what a no-no it was, but I asked to ride his bike.

He goes,, "sure.. but if you wreck I'll kill you".

well I was kidding, so I was like, "no no man.. I dont really want to bla bla etc."

he goes "you asked... now get on the bike..." lol...

I was terrified, rode it around the block super slow and brought it back unscratched. I was like, "well if you want to ride mine, you can"

"no thanks"....

LOL.. hahaaha

Anyway, he taught me some stuff about motorcycling that day. it was him who first told me to respect other riders, and to consider it a brotherhood.