That's funny! In 2004, I got so sick and tired of getting snubbed by them that this one diehard, with a beard down to his gut, got a ribbing from me on my bike. I got next to him and shoved my hand in his face, waving, and he just looked over, then forward again. I got in front of him, stood up on my pegs, and started to smack my ass in front of him. I got a good laugh from it; I guess I was bored. I think I was on my period that day because I wanted to kick him off the road for some reason. I just finally snapped that day from no Harleys waving back. Nowadays if I'm waving and they never do, they get the finger at the last second.