A Good Cowboy

Ace lit out on a ride; it was a cool but sunny day. He rambled the country roads, stopped for gas, and then rode on. Miles later, he rolled up on a little country store and feeling thirsty he turned into the parking lot and rolled to a stop. There were several folks sitting and talking on the front porch; one of them an ol' biker. He asked Ace the year of his hawg to which he replied, "'05."
"I got an '07, same model," the ol' biker said, "but that's a nice bike."
"Thanks," said Ace as he pushed on the wooden front door of the store.
He bought a drink and walked back outside. He cracked the top and took a cooling sip and looked around. The other patrons were engrossed in their conversations as Ace passed by. He made his way to a bench on the end of the porch within earshot of the ol' biker and a man that he was visiting with. Only a few feet from the two men, he couldn't help but hear their conversation, but his interest was in tuning them out as he gazed out at the countryside. He sipped his drink as an occasional vehicle drove by.
Then the man said, "Oh my God, look at that; it's a scooter with training wheels!"
Ace looked over and saw an old man and women, sure enough, riding on a scooter with training wheels.
"I wouldn't be caught dead riding one of those," said the man.
"Hey," the ol' biker snapped back, "just remember; a good cowboy never knocks another cowboys horse." He looked over at Ace who gave him a knowing smirk and a nod. Ace heard enough. He saddled up to his ride, fired it up and rode off. The ol' biker's saying was still on his mind. There's no doubt that Ace agreed with the it, it's the premise that he founded the Brotherhood of One on. And true, a scooter with training wheels may be the choice of only a select few; but at least they were out with their face in the wind. Ace caught up to the scooter a few miles down a country highway and being a good cowboy, gave them a thumbs-up as he passed.