I only have a Deuce for about a half a year now. I road mostly interstate highways to bring her home and did not notice that other drivers paid much attention to me.
Around home (near Philadelphia, PA) though, I get a lot of stares, some waves and a few honks when I take the Deuce out. The suburbs here are not "Deuce Country". I guess that means that I'm still not a suburbian even though the country around me is turned into homes and shopping centers.
Special moments:
- My new young neighbor came over and asked if it would be OK with me if he brought his father over later that day to take a closer look at my truck. Dad had worked on these trucks as a mechanic when he was in the army. Of course, I told him to come over any time he wanted. The father didn't say much, just asked a few questions, and then he climbed up and sat down in the driver's seat, touched the T-handles and gazed out the window. Clearly, he was remembering things from days long gone.
- On July 4th, I went to a powwow (Native American Indian fest) where I knew all veterans would be honored. I had the Deuce flagged out like a cruise ship on the day of departure. Many drivers on my way saluted, flashed headlights and honked their horns.
- I parked at a building supplies store when two boys on bicycles came by. One turns around, points at the Deuce and yells to his buddy, "Look at that. I bet that truck goes everywhere."
- When I was about to leave a parking lot, I noticed a man on foot on the sidewalk in front of me. He stopped and so did I. I don't know where he originally came from but I could tell from his looks and the way he walked that he was from some other country. He stood there with his head bowed and did not move. When he finally looked at me and the Deuce, I signed for him to go ahead. I could tell that he did not expect me to respect his right of way because he gave me a huge smile and instantly grew another inch or two and walked proudly across the exit road.