Well I can't lie. I love that secret little wave. I don't have any idea what it means, but whoever started this secret little gang sign has left a serious legacy on the society of bikers everywhere. Colton and I went for a little Sunday evening drive on his cousin's Honda Shadow and it never failed--every time we passed someone else on a bike, the sign was flashed. And these bikers don't flash it quickly, they stick their leathered, Marlboro hands down in the most cool and confident way possible--bandanas and leather chaps blowing in the wind. You can practically smell the grease and the jack daniels dripping from their pores as you pass by. Aah...life on the road...
Well I am determined to break the mold. Once I get the scooter that I have been longing for (to help alleviate my aching bank account because of gas prices), I will be flashing the sign everywhere--to true bikers and to the other people riding around on their dinky scooters in shorts, flip flops, and tank tops. And we're going to make this the biggest gang of all! So move over Hell's Angels, there are some new bikers in town...or should I say scooters?