Originally Posted by CycleBiker
I started riding motorcycles in England in the 1960's.
Up until 1963 there were more motorcycles than cars registered in the UK.
There are still a lot of motorcycles used for commuting there today. Waving to other motorcycles there would be like waving to other car drivers when you are driving your car.
The waving thing is one of many peculiarly American practices - no need to make a big deal of not waving - the first concern is to watch the road, especially in traffic.
Well, that's because they're from England. Bad food, worse weather, fish, chips, Bob's your uncle... no wonder they don't wave. Its smaller than West Virginia. I could ride across England in about 16 minutes. I mean, what's the use. I'd see the guy at the local for a pint on the way back for unfinished, warm, yeast ridden burned malt beer. I could buy him a pint, get back on the bike and be in Paris in 4 hours... And you know I don't want to ride there if I'd rather ride in France.
I've ridden across Wyoming by myself, all night. Fuel pressure dropping with the temperature, fuel dwindling cold, hungry and just plain silly for riding across Wyoming by myself. But there was a high probability of happiness at the end of the trail.
Anyway, the sun comes up and higher temps made for less sputtering and gas was only 60 miles further and I had at least 60.2 miles in the reserve...
And another rider came up on the other side of the road. I could see him two or three miles away and he was just puttering up the miles on an old shovel. And that is when you learn the meaning of the wave. I waved like he was my brother, or some long lost relative, or the Swedish Bikini team.
The wave was born out of the need for bikers to explore this vast country of ours and ride great distances for a bowl of chili. Of course I'm not going to wave if I ride on crowded roads to go to an overcrowded office and eat rancid fried cod and greasy chips for lunch and baked beans for breakfast. Follow that up with bad dentistry... which is why noone smiles there.
Motorcycling in America is about travelling the past least chosen on a dangerous motor vehicle by choice. It is uniquely American and we invented the darn wave.
Now in comparison to having leaky bikes, bad electrics, awful teeth, the worst food in the universe (even worse than planet Zurg) and roads you could travel by tricycle, I'd say the wave was harmless.
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