When I bought my first Jeep Wrangler, I didn’t realize that I was also buying into a very exclusive club. All of a sudden, every person driving a Wrangler would acknowledge me with a simple hand wave as we passed on the road. This never happened in the Cherokee or the Nissan. Nobody cared when we were both driving a Geo Metro.
I found this again when I bought my Harley Davidson motorcycle. This time, it didn’t matter what the brand of bike was, as long as it’s another motorcycle you get an acknowledgement from the other side of the road. A simple drop of the left hand off of the handlebar is enough. If that’s impossible, you at least get a subtle nod of the head.
I have decided that I will always own a vehicle that get’s me into some kind of a club. It feels good to know that another human being thinks that I made the right lifestyle choice with my mode of transportation.
I belong.
I get that same feeling when I run into someone from our small group at church or anywhere outside of group. Because of those conversations around our living room every Thursday night, we hold a bond that no one else quite understands. Sometimes we have time for a conversation at the grocery store, other times it’s just a simple head nod and a smile from across the auditorium.
They get me.
I have decided that I always want to belong to that club.
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