Biker's Conundrum

Today we decided to take the Harley out for a spin. Lovely ride, through peaceful country lanes on a Saturday afternoon! However, at some point we made the executive decision that a break (and a cuppa) would be necessary - to rest all those sore bits one tends to get after a while on a bike. So we parked in this indefinite little place in the middle of nowhere, in search for a tea-room.
Now let's put you in the picture: imagine two people clad in black leather, sporting grinders, bandanas and shades. Two completely harmless people in need of a cup of tea. I think we caused quite a stir in that little place. Our presence did not command 'respect' as such - I think the locals regarded us rather testily. I know the girl who sold us the two teas looked at me in surprise when I smiled at her. Two old dears avoided sitting at our table, and chose another table (already crowded with other, ahem, 'normal' people).
It made me think though - why?
We don't carry guns or knives. We wouldn't say boo to a goose. We know to say Hello, Please and Thank you. We don't belch and we don't do drugs. We don't even have a tattoo, for crying out loud! We are ordinary people - who every now and then enjoy a ride on a purring Harley Davidson...
Would you be more comfortable with me dressed in all pinky fluffy girly-girly stuff and my hubby dressed in a suit instead of black leather? What is it that's making us what we really are, a) the pinky-fluffy stuff/the suit or b) the leathers - none of the above.
We are simply what we are and who we are, regardless of what we use to cover ourselves with, or the means of transport we choose to travel from A to B.