Motorcycle Misperceptions – Changing Them, One Person At A Time
Yesterday when I stood outside of my office packing up my sidebag and getting ready to head home – a man walked out of the building, eyes fixed on me and the Tiger. I smiled at him and he smiled back.
“Wow! All this time I thought it was some big 6’5″ guy with tattoos who rode that bike. “
No, sir. It’s just little old me.