There's definitely a communal spirit among those who share a passion in a common interest. Seypat's story reminded of my motorcycle days, when there was a great deal of comradeship between riders, no matter what they rode. What was important, was that you were on two wheels instead of four. Other motorcyclists always waved, nodded approvingly or gave the "thumb's up". If you were stranded on the road, other motorcyclists always stopped to offer aid and that even extended to Hell's Angels.