What is it with motorcycles-- especially Harleys? They travel in long pointless convoys and descend in swarms on unsuspecting country stores, gas stations, and restaurants. Encountering them on the road is like finding yourself behind a roaring centipede: They're loud! For God's sake, if I drove around without a muffler I'd get arrested, yet Harleys are deliberately designed with straight pipes to create a din so unmistakable that Harley-Davidson even tried to patent it a few years ago. H-D didn't win the patent, but it continues to disturb the peace in virtually every community. I mean, do we really have to listen to you? The riders seem to like attracting attention to themselves-- maybe they think that the noise is an expression of their sexual powers. Harley riders are quick to tell you what a great bunch of people they are, that they come from all walks of life (though they certainly all look alike), and that they do a lot of charity work with their rides. They seem to feel that they need to justify themselves, so maybe they do.