Your humble scribe endeavors always to be an ambassador for the motorcycling community. When someone else sends good vibes to me on two wheels, it feels great.

In western Connecticut, State Route 20 curves around the northern end of Barkhamsted Reservoir and down to Riverton. Traffic is scant, the scenery sublime and the road full of sweeps and undulations. One beautiful fall day, I pointed my BMW that way. After making the River Road loop through Peoples State Forest, I reversed course toward home. At the bridge by the old Hitchcock Chair building, a flagman signaled ?STOP.? Ahead was a well-preserved Buick of late ?90s vintage, with two passengers of significantly older vintage up front. When the flagman waved us through, the Buick turned left ? where I was headed. 
Curves on this road limit the view ahead and opportunities to pass safely are few. To my delight, the Buick?s right blinker flashed and the driver waved me around. I sped by and returned the wave, back on that delicious winding road for some Buick-free motoring. 

Near the top of the reservoir, I pulled into a lay-by for a break. Later, as I prepared to carry on, that same Buick pulled in. The old-timer got out and opened the door for his lady friend. I said hello and thanked him for letting me pass back there. He looked me in the eye and grinned. ?It?s too nice a day and too nice a road for a young guy like you on a nice bike like that to be stuck behind a Buick!? He was right, of course, and w...