You gotta earn your pass, right? My role models and ride partners have all the proper stickers on their toolboxes. They patch their riding gear with tiny arrow stitches, bore their own cylinders (and their guests), and limp with distinction. They know the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow, how to order beer in Machu Picchu, and what to call that thing that goes skwap in a KLR650. They flew Sopwith Camels with Peter Egan's uncle.