My youngest brother (Bob) is a huge Harley nut. Every two years both he and his wife each buy a new Ultra. Unlike most Harley riders they really ride theirs. To the tune of 12-15,000 miles a year. He is also possessed of a good sense of humor (handy while growing up with me as your oldest brother.) Last year while at a stop while riding to my Mom’s gravesite a few fellow geezers were admiring the Triumph when one asked us what model his Harley was. Before he could reply I said “Why that’s the Harley Davidson Super Wide Glide Ultra Fat Bob.” The guy nodded and went back to asking about my BA. He’s been trying, without success, to get me back ever since.

We all like to think of ourselves as rugged individualists. But when push comes to shove most of us are sheep who do what we are told. Worst of all, a lot of us become unpaid agents of whoever is controlling the agenda by enforcing the current dogma on the few rugged individualists who actually exist.