The Laidlaw and The Hogs

Yesterday, Daddy waved to strangers on the street as we drove past them...they were very confused. But he did the wave with such confidence that they must think that we know them and they were rude by not waving back...and we fear that it is going to happen some more.
The other day, Daddy decided that he doesn't understand how it started that bikers who don't know each other and are driving in opposite directions feel obligated to wave at each other (or at least acknowledge with a curt nod). He has assigned us the task of researching who the first two people were that decided as they were driving past a stranger on the road that they had some bond with that person because they both bought obnoxiously loud motorcycles when they hit their middle-aged crisis. So off we go to the library to hit the books and the internet in search of the beginning of this great community.
As a matter of fact, we've noticed the same thing with school bus drivers who are going past each other. What a fascinating phenomenon. We have discussed it and decided that we have a great appreciation for these communities. In fact, we are going to join Daddy in waving to other Mazda drivers in an effort to start up our own community. The only difference will be that we are going to try and discourage the "curt nod" type of greeting for our Mazda-ites. Our salutes to our commrades will be very vigorous waving with an extremely animated face. Essentially, we want to greet each other in a way that the bikers and bus drivers would see us and say, "what the hell are those spaz's doing?".
We think our community will be sooooo tight. Us Mazda-ites will do anything for each other.