A grizzled biker, all tattooed and leather clad, sat down at the local pub and ordered a pint.
A young woman came in and sat down next to him. She ordered a drink and trying to make conversation said to him, “Are you a real biker?”
He said, “Well I've been riding for most of my life. I’ve ridden Harleys and BSAs and Nortons… pretty much anything on two wheels. I used to race and held the motorcycle land speed record at one time. I’m a certified motorcycle mechanic and have worked in the business for 40 years and had my own shop for a while. I even taught the State motorcycle cops how to ride, so I guess I am a biker. And you, what about you?”
She said, “I'm a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about naked women. As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about naked women. When I shower, I think about naked women. When I watch TV, I think about naked women. It seems everything makes me think of naked women.”
The two sat sipping their drinks in silence.
A little while later, a young man came in and sat down on the other side of the old guy. He looked him up and down and asked: "Are you a real biker?"
To which the biker replied, “I always thought I was, but I just found out I'm a lesbian.”