I managed to sneak out for a quick ride today during a lapse in the "Honey-Do" weekend I've been having. I needed gas afterwards and pulled into my local pit stop to fill the Cherry Bomb up. As i walked out after paying, three African-American riders on sportbikes pull in and dismount. Do we just nod and go our separate ways? Hell no! We spend the next ten minutes jawing about riding, exchanging anecdotes and the usual BS. Never met them before, and dunno if I will again, but that reminded me of two things....
(1) All Riders are Brothers/Sisters
(2) Honda hit a home run with the slogan "You Meet The Nicest People On A Honda!"
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(1) All Riders are Brothers/Sisters
(2) Honda hit a home run with the slogan "You Meet The Nicest People On A Honda!"
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