i’m not in, but they are DEFINITELY not in
July 23, 2008
Last Fall Kim and I got motorcycles. We did not get tattoos, we did not buy leather. Wait, Kim bought leather. But we did not buy chaps, or chains, or fingerless gloves. At least, not for riding. Anyway.
And yet, when I ride my motorcycle, about 75% of other riders I pass on the road give me the motorcycle wave. You know the motorcycle wave? As you pass riders going in opposite directions, you drop your left arm and slightly hold it out, low and subtle. But unmistakable.
Now, I don’t mind so much people waving at me. Cyclists do this all the time, sort of as a “hey, we’re in the same club” kind of thing. And cycling is a club I can get behind. We’re out pedaling, human powered. I’ll even wave at recumbent riders. Although that may also involve some pointing and laughing.
But I’m not in the motorcycle club. I commute to work on my motorcycle, I enjoy it, but I’m not a “Rider.” And yet, I feel this weird social compulsion to take my hand off my handlebar at 75mph and wave at people I’ll never see again, simply because they see me as a member of their club.
One weird thing about it–the grungier the rider, the more likely he/she is to initiate the wave. Not sure what that means.
However. Even though I’m reticent to join, or even be thought to have joined a club I have NOT in fact joined . . . there is a group I will never wave to, and want to stop waving at me. They should only wave at each other.
You guys on the Vespas–you are NOT motorcycle riders. You are NOT in the club! Stop waving at us. I mean me.