I've told the story before about the young man wearing a "If it ain't a Harley, it ain't sh-t" tee that split on my 76 Bonnie unknowingly in front of me. After the confrontation and he cleaned it up, I found out he drove a rusted out Honda Civic with a HD decal in the back window. He owned no bike of any kind.

Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats. H. L. Mencken