When I was riding with the Ancient Wheels, our primary hangout was closed after the building owner decided to not renew the lease after some 18 years. We went to a new place that had a "no colors" policy. To maintain the peace, I would take off my vest after walking in, fold it and place it on the table with the patch showing. They never said anything because it was off. We had a prospect that came in wearing a Harley jacket and they asked him to take it off. He said, "Sure, as soon as that guy over there takes off his Porsche colors".


Let's hope there's intelligent life somewhere in space 'cause it's buggar all down here. -- Monte Python