Harley riders are strange.
On the way back from the Mallala RTE I saw my Harley riding mate on the side of the road looking at his engine and not getting it to start.
I stopped and asked "Broken down again? John, get a reliable bike like mine, 186000 k's, still going strong, never a problem".
He then advised me that he thought my parents were not married when I was born.
The really strange bit was he asked me to leave, but wished me (in similar terms) to have a successful time sexually tonight.
Harley riders are strange.