when my parents first bought my house in the early 70s, the neighborhood was just a neighborhood, within the last 20 years, there has been an influx of new people moving in to the neighborhood - seemingly they dont like my collection of vintage cars, nor do they like the sound of an un-corked whizzer flying around the hood. one neighbor one day stopped me, a very unlikely person to stop me, i was getting ready for a complaint...
"you have to tell me where you got this thing" we were talking for awhile and i told him if he wanted to give it a try id be more than happy to let him have a go. sure enough he got on my bike with all his fancy clothes, his hat, and shawl (i dont know what its called, but im pretty sure its reserved for religious events only) and took off. he came back and loved it, i gave him all the info he needed to find one and i think that he is getting one soon.
motor bikes make friends!