The “Motobroad” title implies that I am solely devoted to 2-wheeled vehicles, but that’s not the case. I love almost anything that involves the combustion of petroleum products being converted into forward motion (with the possible exception of truck pulls). Ah, torque, how I love thee.
So, despite the pejorative “cage” label used by motorcyclists to sneer at 4-wheeled conveyances, surely I can be forgiven for writing about my Jeep Wrangler. I’ve found that the Jeep community is much like the moto community when it comes to emotional attachment to vehicles, and the accompanying tribal rites.
For example, there’s the requisite Jeep apparel (a worn t-shirt saying “It’s a Jeep thing — you wouldn’t understand”). Naturally, there’s the never-ending catalog of add-ons, from lift kits to megawatt light bars that can be used for signalling the International Space Station. There are rock-crawling events, charity rides, and drive-in show-off nights.
And then there’s the Wave. On a bike, you hail oncoming bikers with the one- or two-finger wave to solidify your brotherhood. Sometimes it’s an intentionally casual barely-wave, sometimes more emphatic, depending on whether the other guy has the same genre of bike or just feels that all 2-wheel brethren deserve the same recognition. I’ve found the Bike Wave to be non-gender-specific: guys wave, girls wave. And some don’t, because they’re waring all black, on badass all-black Harleys and I’m obnoxious bright yellow on a dadgum riceburner. Whatever. It’s a sunny day regardless of your religious affiliation.
The brotherhoods being similar, there’s a Jeep Wave, too. It’s pretty much limited to Wranglers (yes, there is vehicular prejudice even here). And the gender divide is more pronounced; girls driving the cutesy Wranglers their daddies bought have apparently not been inducted into the secret ways. And they’re too busy texting or checking their makeup in the visor mirror to wave, anyway. But the guys wave. Sometimes it’s the understated single finger lifted off the steering wheel. More often, it’s 2 or 4 fingers. It’s a quick “howdy,” not a prom queen wave. But as Spring thaws the land, more of us have the tops down or the hard panels out, and we can’t resist waving out the roof.
Take that, Prius!