“...but it is my experience Harley riders will never acknowledge anyone unless they are also riding a Harley.”
I ride a Harley, and an Norton. True, the Harley riders have an affinity for other Harley riders, and you really shouldn’t begrudge them this brotherhood. Harleys aren’t fast or great in the twisties, but they WILL get you there in a relaxed, comfortable style. (Except for Buells. An amazing amalgam of Harley heritage and balls to the wall performance.)
But I must admit, there are a lot more a-holes per capita who have chosen Japanese rice rockets, who think every road is a race course, and ride like they’re on some group kamekaze mission. In my experience, they seem to delight in blowing by those who ride Harleys, British Twins, or BMWs.
And, while on my Harley, I DO acknowledge the other riders who aren’t trying to make a statement about their small genitalia with suicidal antics.
They came screaming up behind, passed us and all pulled wheelies.
I have already seen bikers die in front of me and I felt sick, fearing I'd see a whole pack of them blow apart when they hit the pavement.
I swung off on the I70 exit so I didn't have to see them anymore.
Yet another Kamikaze died in that spot a couple weeks ago.
We blow by you on our Italian tackle, too, but you have to admit, a Duc's twin sounds beautiful doing it.