Three strikes

My friend Matt is going sailing on an overnight trip to the Channel Islands this weekend with his neighbor dude. He was telling Rachel and me about it at lunch.

Matt: We're taking the camping stuff in my truck because it won't fit in his Corvette.
Me: Sailboat. Corvette. How old is this guy?
Matt: I guess you'd say he's middle aged.
Me: He has a Harley, too, huh?
Matt: (Snort) You guessed it.
Me: What IS it with middle aged guys? Do they get some kind of postcard that gives them an appointment where they have to go to pick up their Harleys and Hawaiian shirts and Jimmy Buffett tickets?

Seriously, people. I don't know if YOU have looked at any online personals ads for middle aged men lately, but it seems 90 percent of them have Harleys. Personally, I got over Harleys in my 20s, when my boyfriend spent all of his waking hours either fixing his Harley or buying parts for his Harley or, very occasionally, riding his Harley.

And now when I see a man with a Harley, my first thought is NOT "Ooh, how sexy and macho!" It is "I wonder what his comb-over will look like when he takes that helmet off."