Today while stopped at a light, I looked to my left and there was a fully
dressed Harley Davidson idling.  Its riders, a couple in their late 40s
or 50s were dressed in full leathers.  The woman was riding pillion and 
took the opportunity to stretch her legs out.  As they reached forward, the
driver reached down and came in contact with her shin which he then 
instinctively began to rub comfortingly.  It was a secret tender moment and
it made me happy.