Other noteable non- squid identifiers.
When you get home from work at a Pittsburgh steelmill in (pick a day) February and you keep blipping the throttle till someone comes out to put the kickstand down and pry you off the bike.
After the sled on a 70mph divided highway comes from the far lane thru an emergency/police guardrail cut-out then slams on his brakes taking up both of your lanes giving you the options to hit the guardrail, hit the pickup truck coming out of a county road, or his Sportfury II. You pick your spot on the Sportfury.
After hitting the first snow storm of the season in Colorado riding at 30/40 mph behind 2, 18 wheelers -with a short windshield- for well over a hundred miles in up to 3 inches of blanketing snow/slush you toss off a good natured wave at other groups of bikes heading into IT with the hand and arm that can still move.
You KNOW the bike your riding on thru the snow (downtown) has a perfect wheelbase for sliding on BOTH tracks of the old street car line.
When your bike suddenly mega-revs on you at 85mph on the turnpike and you think the tranny is gone because no matter what gear your in, it's neutral.
Being a 'true' biker you go for the long coast, make to a hill top and coast 3 more miles (4-5 altogether). When you finally stop and fire up a smoke you 'notice' there is something missing between the front and rear sprockets...like the chain...
When you bust down laughing till there are tears running down your beard.
Because you actually have a spare link and tools. But the chain is at least 4 miles back and uphill to boot.
When you get where you were going you crack a beer and tell the fuckin' dumass story and all of your friends are rolling.
You tell the nice blue haired lady, "Yes Mamm!" After she leans out the window to tell that 'YOU' need to watch what you are doing. After she knocked you down at a red light...
You teach your Mom how to ride!
You start giggling after being wheeled in front of the witness stand when the Judge asks you to present your side of the story during an Insurance settlement case in which the defendant nobly argued he didn't see you. When, in fact, he had been chasing you for 15 minutes because of a minor sexual transgression you had with his girlfriend. Damn Traffic!
When at 55mph your rear tire blows -downhill-, and is squirming back and forth off the rim, you are in slow motion lock to lock and each time the backend comes around you look, helplessly, into the eyes of your 4 month pregnant wife. And she's smiling like a kid on a roller coaster cause she thinks you are doing it on purpose.
When the MP arrives on scene and notices you and the bike are still under the van that did a low speed T-bone on you. His first words of compassion as he stares right at you are " get this shit off of my road" You reply with the appropriate military code words; "Fuc# your momma, in her ass!"
You -after all these years- still try to kick at that pack of farmyard tirebitersas the come yelping out on the road. DIM
You meet an old guy with one arm on a Kansas backroad gas station and he tell's you how he lost his arm -INDIAN- and the rest of his life story. And it's really O.K. you weren't doing nuthin' but cruising anyhow..
You have a piece of styrofoam jammed between the shield and pod. Stuck in it are a couple of old CAR sparkplugs and trashed rusty bolts aka highway debris for over the shoulder tosses to discourage tailgaters at 70mph plus.
You have the 'look' down pat. Every cop that pulls you over for nothing ends up asking you if there is a problem.
Thru it all you keep riding.