The tired truck driver pulled his highly decorated Kenilworth into the parking lot of the diner. There were Harleys parked everywhere. As he entered the cafe, a hundred eyes turned to look at him. The leader of the pack, his hairy chest exposed under the leather vest, his belly hanging over his belt, began to harrass the poor driver. He called him names, taunted him and questioned his manhood. The driver just hung his head, ordered a soup and sandwich and gulped down the food while the taunts were hurled from all corners of the diner. Finally he finished, and sort of slinked toward the door. The hairy leader mentioned to nobody in particular, "He isn't much of a man, is he. He didn't even try to defend himself." The owner of the cafe piped up "I don't know about that but he sure isn't much of a driver. He just ran over that whole row of motorcycles on his way out of the lot."