There’s a strong but good-natured (mostly) rivalry between Harley Davidson owners and those who ride metric cruisers (cruisers built by Yamaha, Suzuki, Honda, and Kawasaki). Basically — the HD guys think that they, their bikes, their hundreds of dollars of perfectly matching and coordinating Harley Davidson riding gear and assorted HD accessories make them better than everyone else.
Those of us smart enough to pay 1/2 the price for twice the bike know better.
This is a popular joke amongst us “metric cruiser” guys:
On the farm lived a chicken and a horse, both of whom loved to play together.
One day the two were playing, when the horse fell into a bog and began to sink.
Scared for his life, the horse whinnied for the chicken to go get the farmer for help!
Off the chicken ran, back to the farm. Arriving at the farm, he searched and searched for the farmer, but to no avail, for he had gone to town with the only tractor.
Running around, the chicken spied the farmer’s new Harley. Finding the keys in the ignition, the chicken sped off with a length of rope hoping he still had time to save his friend’s life.
Back at the bog, the horse was surprised, but happy, to see the chicken arrive on the shiny Harley, and he managed t o get a hold of the loop of rope the chicken tossed to him.
After tying the other end to the rear bumper of the farmer’s bike, the chicken then drove slowly forward and, with the aid of the powerful bike, rescued the horse!
Happy and proud, the chicken rode the Harley back to the farmhouse, and the farmer was none the wiser when he returned.
The friendship between the two animals was cemented: Best Buddies, Best Pals.
A few weeks later, the chicken fell into a mud pit, and soon, he too, began to sink and cried out to the horse to save his life!
The horse thought a moment, walked over, and straddled the large puddle.
Looking underneath, he told the chicken to grab his hangy-down thingy and he would then lift him out of the pit.
The chicken got a good grip, and the horse pulled him up and out, saving his life.
The moral of the story? (yep, you betcha, there is a moral!)
“When You’re Hung Like A Horse, You Don’t Need A Harley To Pick Up Chicks”
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[Editor --- Uh. You do know that more Harley parts are manufactured outside of the US than are Honda parts. Right?]
Olde Tyme harley guys call those guys RUBS.(Rich Urban Bikers)
I have never gotten along well with either group.
I had a really bad neighbor once in Austin. Some yankee alcoholic that rode a rat bike, a harley. I think it leaked oil faster than he could put it in. I had a Honda 750 that was tight, fast, handled, and braked. I pulled into my apartment one day, and worthless and his bud were outside drinking beer, and he said something while I was taking my helmet off. I asked him to repeat what he said, and he said “another one of those G-D rice burners.” I said”rice burner?” To which he said, “yeah, burning up the roads in the rice paddies.” I laughed, as I had never heard the expression, and I replied, “well, it could be worse, I could be riding a Hardly Ableson.”
He made some gesture like he was going to come after me, which I welcomed, but he was too drunk to stand.