I have a friend named Mike. He’s just your average 30 year old guy. Average height and weight with an average looking face. He has an average job, he’s a house painter, making average money. He lives in a modest house in a small town in southern Oregon that he owns. He drives a 1980 white panel van that he keeps in pretty good shape. About the only non-average thing about him is he owns is a fully restored 1952 Harley-Davidson with a really bitchen hand rubbed multi-coated paint job and lots of chrome.
Now here’s a funny thing: Whenever he goes out to party, if he drives his van, he almost always goes home alone. But if he rides his Harley he’ll pick up some cute little chick, within 60 minutes, without fail, day or night! These are the same females who will tell you that they’re not as superficial as we men are. Why, they’re only interested in how a man treats them. They’re certainly not dazzled with something as trite as good looks or material possessions. Only we men can be that shallow.
On a couple of occasions I’ve asked one of his new loves if she would have been as attracted to him if when she first met him, had he been driving his van instead of his Harley? Of course, she would have. When I tell them that I’ve never seen him pick up a girl while driving his van but he invariably gets one when riding his bike, they always give me about the same answer; It’s not the Harley, nooo. It’s the poise, the confidence, the self-assurance he has when he’s riding it. Why, they would never be so frivolous as to be impressed by a motorcycle.
Uh-huh.