I took the starter wife on the second annual "Love Run" from Glendale to Malibu, (it's a charity thing for Muscular Dystrophy).
2000 Harleys, a few vintage Indians and us (on Jap bikes, of course).
Dude pulls up next to me at a light, and gives me the obligatory "Smells like rice!"
I look at his bike for a second, and reply: "It's probably your Showa forks, Mikuni carbs, and Nippon-Denso switches".
He looked like he just ate a bad fish taco. Harley guys hate it when you know more about their bikes than they do.
JC