I'm sure most of you have heard this, but I giggled: Yesterday, Saturday, I went out for a ride by myself. At my halfway point I stopped for a drink. As I was sitting in bar, having my double whiskey, because I figure I'm a biker, this young lady sat down next to me. She turned to me and asked, "Are you a real biker?" So I explained to her, "Well, I've spent my whole life on motorcycles. My momma was pregnant with me when she rode on the back of my Daddy's Harley, then as a little boy I rode on the back with my Daddy until I finally got my own bike. I've been riding ever since. So yes, I guess I am a real biker." She kind of surprised me with her response. She said, "I'm a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about women. As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about women; when I shower, watch TV, eat, whatever, everything seems to make me think of women." Then she got up and left. I was thinking about what just happened when a man sat down next to me and asked, "Are you a real biker?" I replied, "I always thought I was, but I just found out I'm a lesbian."