Let’s face it, motorcycles are a social lubricant. People just want to talk to you when you’re out for a ride, especially if you’re far from home. You can be at a completely deserted gas station and someone will inevitably find you to ask intelligent and poignant questions like “did you ride that thing all the way here?” and “how do you hold that thing up, isn’t it heavy?” and the classic “is that bike yours?” There’s really nothing like getting out into the non-riding public for a reminder about just how smart most of the population of the planet is. I bet you’ve already run into so many people who used to ride, or whose uncle had his leg chopped off by one o’ them things!