The Beemer guy.......

He was clad all in leather and rode a BMW flat twin airhead. He sported a magnificent white, gunfighter mustache, waxed and twirled at the ends, and appeared to be in his mid-seventies. He told me that he had walked out of a corporate boardroom meeting twenty years before (this was in 1992), crossed a street and bought his BMW motorcycle new right off the showroom floor, and had been touring the world ever since. When I expressed my admiration, he gestured toward our old Goldwing with the second hand sidecar, and at our frolicking six year old, and at my lovely redheaded wife. "You're on the right track yourself, son," he said. As we stood there, an Alaskan Highway Tour bus pulled in to the gas stop, and disgorged a score of customers, all of whom immediately shuffled bent-headed into the attached convenience store. He sighed, and said, "Have you ever seen such a collection of half-dead people in one spot before? Beware the tour bus fate at all costs!" After a few minutes more, he mounted his bike and pulled out on the highway, heading north, smoothly climbing his gears.....