A biker went to a bar and ordered a drink.
As he sat sipping his whiskey, a young lady sat down next to him.
She turned to the biker and asked, “Are you a real biker?”
He replied, “Well, I’ve spent my whole life on Harleys. My momma was pregnant with me when she rode on the back of my Daddy’s Harley, then as a little boy I rode on the back with my Daddy until I finally got my own Harley. I’ve been riding a Harley ever since. So yes, I guess I am a real biker.”