In CA, I rode with a collection of Hogs. One guy had this ancient old Knucklehead, which broke down every single time he rode it. Of course we couldn't leave him (though after 4-5 breakdowns, I don't know why). 100 degrees on no-shade CA freeways was not a fun time.
Finally, when a ride was scheduled, I'd ask if Knucklehead was coming. If he was, I wasn't going (with them).
Then there was the time I was invited to tag along on a group Hog ride up to Harper's Ferry. We pull into town, and the leader's entire air cleaner assembly just falls off in the road (brand new bike). While we all sit there as he scrambles to pick up his parts, I make a funny comment on parts falling off Harleys, and I get summarily thrown off the ride (even though most of the guys were laughing about my comment anyway).
I mean truth is an absolute defense, isn't it?
