Last night I rode to hear my bass teacher's final recital for his DMA. I love riding to classical concerts. Motorcycles and Beethoven are two great tastes that go great together. I particularly love riding to concerts at ASU, because parking is a nightmare over there.
Apart from that fun, however, is the stir a leather (or Joe Rocket mesh, in this case) clad biker makes among the musically snooty. I always dress up a bit for the concerts, but leathers and a helmet are hard to disguise (and really, why hide them?). Everyone turns to look.
At times like these, it's tempting to do an Incredible Hulk impression, Gary-style.
People-watching at classical concerts is always fun, because there are a lot of people who are very serious about how much they enjoy classical music. The concert I recently attended at the Phoenix Symphony had several such creatures in attendance (and a Cruella DeVille look-a-like, no kidding). They do not smile.
So, by riding to these concerts, I get to ride my motorcycle, hear some great music, and point and laugh at the funny funny people. What's not to love?