Nobody ever talks to me.
That's because when they see you and Sandy roll in on that ol' Hog, they can see the miles you've covered, and they're speechless with respect.
I remember once, I went to a Harley rally in Colonial Heights, VA. I was walking around looking at all the bright, shiny new bikes (hadn't yet bought one myself), when a couple rolled in on a dirty old shovelhead with a little blue smoke puffing out of the pipes. I expected some one of the organizers to shout to the spectators to "make way!" for a couple that really looked like they and that bike had seen some miles.
Klaviator and Springer are spot-on...It doesn't matter what you, I or anyone else rides--the joy is in riding! I ride a Harley, too. I wanted one since I was an 8-year-old boy. And I wouldn't trade for it! But I'm with the rest of the crowd when I say that nothing turns me away from a conversation faster than a bunch of that brand-centric trash talk. I exit that scene as fast as I can, and look for the crowd that's talking riding and the simple (NO BRANDS!) pleasure of two wheels and a strip of asphalt!
See you (all!) on the road!