This got me thinking.
A grizzled old biker was sipping a cool beverage in a saloon, when a stocky woman in a mullet and flannel shirt plunked herself down beside him and ordered a shot.
She turns to him and comments, "I saw your pan outside, are you a real biker?"
The guys mulls that over, and responds, "Yeah, I think I am. Been riding for a few decades now, and that's the third engine I've rebuilt. How about you?"
"Oh, I don't ride," intoned the woman, "I'm a lesbian. From morning until night, all I think about is women. When I'm in the shower, when I'm at work, eating, drinking, dozing off in front of the TV...nothing but women."
She tosses back the shot and leaves. Not five minutes later a guy in a suit enters, and sits down next to the motorcyclist.
He asks, "Saw your panhead, are you a real biker?"
The cyclist lets out a sigh, "Well, I used to think so, but just a few minutes ago I found out I was a lesbian..."