I have a motorcycle. It's a Harley-Davidson. Immediately, everyone is picturing a large and unpleasant looking bearded man riding a huge, noisy, vibrating, chrome bedazzled air cooled motorcycle without a helmet from one bar to the next.
My harley makes about as much noise as a Toyota Camry. I wear full protective gear when riding it, including a bright and attention-getting helmet. It doesn't get ridden to bars, because drinking interferes with my motorcycle addiction.
The large and unpleasant looking bearded man part is accurate, though.
The horrible liberal commie needs to learn to bake cookies. I did. And I've managed to be the person who is making the cookies that everyone is looking forward to.
I've wondered what will happen to the rightoid obsessives when he eats that final hamburger. Who will they latch onto next? None of his kids are as popular, nor are any of the other candidates. The obvious answer is "some corpo dickhead will try to create a new rightwing messiah", but I really think those types are so out of touch that whoever they created would be universally lambasted.
I have an F150, but believe me, I tried to go another way. A van wasn't ideal, because I need something that has an open cargo area, unless the idea of carrying a van full of manure, dirt, or compost seems like a good idea.
What I wanted to get was one of the little kei trucks, espeically a Suzuki Carry, but at the time I couldn't find one in running condition for less than $25k, and I wasn't going to pay that, especially when I found a base model F150 with 81,000 miles for $12k. The market may have changed in the past two years, but I have the truck now and it would be silly to waste the time and energy to sell it and find a kei truck.
I have a truck that I use to move large, dirty, or awkward things for a small farm... but to commute to work I ride a motorcycle. The bike gets better gas mileage, looks cooler, is easier to park, and is considerably cheaper than a new truck.
I'm a large, unpleasant looking man living in a red state who has a pickup truck, and a harley. I'm married to a methodist lay speaker. I have a few firearms.
So naturally I must be the biggest trump supporting, red-hat wearing, religious conservative twatwaffle in existence, there is no other option.
As a result, the actual redhat cockwombles I work with think I'm going to be OK with their racist comments, and are shocked when I'm not. The thing that helps me with these guys is the fact that they are having to work from prints that have my initials on them so they can whine about the LiBuRl all they want, and I'll still be helping them get their jobs done.
The traits they are assuming make me One of Them™ are just incidental things. I have a battered old truck because my wife and I have either a large garden or a small farm, depending on how you look at it. A Honda Civic won't carry the stuff I need. (Neither will a van) I have a harley because the local motorcycle dealers are pretty terrible tp deal with, but the harley dealer is nice, helpful, and act like they want to sell a bike. I'm large and unpleasant because of genetics. And I have firearms because for most of my adult life I have lived somewhere that has an hour's response time for law enforcement, and I've had to defend myself in the past. None of these things made me hate any particular group of people.
I had a girlfriend, and for a short time a wife, who was really religious. That's fine, but she had a real problem with the fact I wasn't religious, and she wouldn't remove herself from my life, no matter how many times I told her that it wasn't going to work.
She would tell me that I wasn't a complete human because I wasn't religious.
Disc golf > ball golf. Don't need a perfectly manicured unnatural lawn for disc golf, in fact that makes it a lot less fun.