No, his bike was festooned with stickers. Most prominently was a large ADV sticker. Any acolyte of ADV.net should know that the cognoscenti, the true bothers, the pirates-without-patched-vests, the gnarly adventurers, greet each other by flipping one another off. The tradition goes back to when dirt was new. It probably started with a bunch of Klapped-out KLR riders and one loser with a plated IT490 who had watched Easy Rider
43 times as a paying customer in the movie theater (where he probably got the idea), outcasts derided by the KTM Krowd; ostracized by Big Orange. Stomped by the Elefant; Cagiva had no Lucky Strikes for them! The gesture gathered a momentum in the sordid back alleys of ADVdom.
As a gnarly adventurer and noting his affiliation with ADV via the prominent sticker, I invited him to proceed before me by flipping him off. It was the courteous thing to do. He had no idea what my courteous flipping off meant and seemed perplexed that I should do so. What a wanker! A poseur! An interloper! He must have bought a random packet of stickers and proceeded with his festoonery.
And now, as Paul Harvey would say, the rest of the story.
I waved him into traffic right at the town square where it's pretty busy. We both stopped for gas at a station on the southern outskirts of Jackson. He waved at me, I waved at him, and after fueling we chatted for a while at the store. His opening line was "You had me going for a while there, dude!". We both laughed, hilarity ensued, and we had a good visit. I went to run at Bonneville and then on to Elko, he headed west.
Here is a picture of my run at Bonneville: