Uh huh...uh huh. Yep! That kind'a thing happening IS a pretty nice affirmation of your choice in motorcycles, isn't it, Steve?!
Well, at first anyway.
And, I'll give ya about 10 months, tops, of being late for various appointments 'cause this happened yet AGAIN while you were fillin' the gas tank, or makin' a quick stop at that ATM, OR stoppin' at that 7-11 for a pack of smokes while you're on your way to those appointment that you're already runnin' late for, and when you start findin' yourself subconsciously divertin' your eyes away from those older gents who you think might possibly be on their way over to you and will want to talk at length about how your bike reminds 'em of their 1962/63/64/65/66/67/68/69/70 T100/T120 Triumph.
(btw, if you're wonderin', I still always treat those fellas with the respect they deserve once they walk up to me and gain my attention, 'cause the way I figure it, anybody who knows and appreciates great motorcycles ought'a be treated with at least modicum respect, right?!)
