I got on my new KTM Super Adventure this morning and rode up into the Sierras to a small mountain town called Graeagle, for breakfast. When out of twisties and onto interstate toward home, suddenly a group of Harleys, all black bikes, comes rolling up behind me (I was going 75 in 65 so they were going 80+). They were riding about 3 feet away from each other with a slight stagger. I changed lanes and when they came abreast of me I saw they were flying full Hells Angels colors. I looked over at each one of them and no one looked at me like I was invisible. Either that is their riding discipline (just dont wave to anyone) or they simply dont acknowledge non Harley's, especially a strange Adventure Tourer made in Austria! Anyways, based on their luggage, they were just "passing through", I thought it was an interesting experience, especially for me, being so immersed in the motorcycle world that I have synthetic oil in my veins! Philosophically, I realize what they think of me is none of my business, it's just there are SO MANY friendly motorcyclists I encounter when I go on solo rides, including "big twin" folks....just wanted to share on the org....