On Sunday, near the Brooklyn Bridge, I saw a cluster of motorcycles and their owners. Among the accumulations of sunbeams, reflected from nickel-plated parts of growling monsters, I did not see bearded fat men wrapped in black skin. Motorcycles are driven by other people. As it turned out, the members of The Distinguished Gentleman's Ride gathered. And they gathered with a noble purpose - to raise money to fight prostate cancer and male mental illness.