Pete
Repete
I stopped at a local convenience store for a pack of smokes this morning. Got off the bike, went in, paid for them, came back out and I was putting on my helmet and gloves while a lady pulled in next to me. She got out and started into the store, paused briefly, looked at me, saw the Harley, black leather jacket, chaps and then promptly turned fished her key fob out of her pocket and locked her car then walked the 8 feet into the store.