a few months ago i was cruising down shattuck in berkeley. twas a lovely spring day. i spied a sweet looking bike on the other side of the road a-ways down the path and a found myself grinning with enjoyment.
i had my hand wave pre-prepared for this one. sometimes, i stick out the full hand face forward, simultaneously waving while grabbing a palmfull of sweet air. other times, i let the arm wag behind me like a flag, relaxed and mellow (this is a good freeway wave due to the high speeds). if i'm feeling frisky, i might get low, and point down with one determined index finger. on happy days i've been known to throw a peace sign out there. especially in berkeley.
on this fine day, as the rider approached, i launched my standard wave, hand out at 45 deg, palm facing down. as we crossed sides our eyes met, and i realized that this machine was no motorcycle, in fact, it was a scooter. in horror i retracted my wave, attempting to pull it off as a goofy attempt to find my reserve valve. the scooter rider was too quick though. through my helmet and earplugs i could hear the giddy laughter rumbling from his lips as he mocked my embarassment. he continued his jest, grabbing his belly in a full body laugh and pointing back at me. his scoot wobbled under his rapture.
it was a sad day for me, and a sad day for riders everywhere. be cautious fellow motorcycle rider, tis a cruel world out there.