I've already posted in this thread but thought I'd throw another uplifting story out there.
We (my buddy, his dad, and a friend of his dad's) rode from Dallas to Austin this past weekend for the ROT Rally. In order, we were on a 2003 Sportster, black, tons of chrome, loud ass exhaust, and a hot blonde on the back, a 2001 Road King, also black, tons of chrome, mild exhaust, a late model Honda Shadow 1100, bone stock, and me on my '78 750K, 4-into-2, Euro spuerbike bars, no signals, pods, whatever. We rode mostly in the order of Sportster, CB, Road King, Shadow. Our last stop before Austin was in Lampassas, a good 30-40 miles out. When we pulled off my buddy's dad was just grinning and chuckling like he had just heard a really good joke. I asked him what's so funny and he says "I tell you man, every single person we've passed on the highway since Dallas has done two things: look to see how much skin she's (my buddy's gf) showing, and then go slack-jawed and start drooling as soon as they see your bike. By the time they realize what they've just seen they don't even pay any attention to us (the RK and Shadow)."
On the way back stopping for gas, our guy on the Shadow confirmed what my RK rider had observed. "Just unbelievable. People in cars, on baggers, crotch rockets, whatever. It's the EXACT SAME every time!"