Last weekend, while sitting around talking bikes with the family, my aunt was surprised to learn that KT had and rode her own motorcycle.  It reminded me of a salesman at a bike shop we encountered last fall.

One afternoon I dragged KT along to look at motorcycles.  We were looking at a Yamaha FZ6 or similar when a salesman came up and started asking questions.  One of the first questions he asked when seeing KT and I together was “are you looking for a bike you can ride together?”  I replied “no” and continued to study the motorcycle I was looking at.  He turns to KT and starts making small talk with “you just don’t like to ride?”  Wow there is a generalization.  It was fun to see his expression when he found out that KT had her own motorcycle and preferred to drive.

Today I cam across this license plate holder that expresses the mental attitude adjustment the salesman received when his stereotype was wrong.  I’m glad that KT rides her own bike.  Having your own machine is always more fun.  And fun is what riding is all about.  The next question is: will KT put the plate frame on her bike?