I was riding my old ‘87 Beemer KLT100 near Telluride in 2001 on a trip to Oregon. I thought I’d wind the day up and have a beer there in a small town. Sturgis was in full swing at the time, so when I went in to the bar it was full of bikers. One of them noticed I had a Harley jacket on and that I had come on a BMW. He asked me about it. I said, “well, when I needed a leather jacket I bought the best one I could find. And when I bought my bike...” He bought me a beer.
Good story.
I stopped in a biker bar after work once wearing a suit and tie. I just wanted a beer before going home. Some dumbshit came up and started bugging me. I had no desire to get into a bar fight fight so I asked him what his problem was. He responded, “I don’t like your looks.”
A biker on the next bar stool “showed” him the door. He came back to me and said that he didn’t like my looks either but it was none of that jerk’s business.
We bought each other beers.