...so... I'm heading down the street to the local Amaco to fill up and check tire pressures for a 40 minute ride down south to meet a friend since here in Iowa it was 70 degrees, and I took a half day off just to catchup and do some quality riding, I'm all leathered up [inhale], as I'm pulling into the station, out of the corner of my super observant motorcyclist perifrial vision, I notice another biker sitting out front with a map stretched open wide in front of him. Hmm. Okay. I pull up the the pump, look down and see a set of keys laying in the middle of the lane. Dismount, I scoop up the keys start to walk inside to give to station attendant.... DING! brain working.... doubtful a cager could have dropped keys in CENTER of lane under car at pump... I flip the keys over and the plastic emblem says "Harley Davidson" ... another DING!... hmmmm..... I go over to the other cyclist, "are these yours"? He reaches for his pocket "Yes! They are. thanks!" and he kisses me. No, I made that part up just to mess with you. "Say, do you know where 'Beach Girls' is?" he asks. Beach Girls = nudie bar [sadly] Yes I do know where it is[FYI I've never been in there]. I give him the simple version of how to get there easily and we part. I stop and think... run back... "Hey, it's sort of on my way out of town [if I alter my route], just follow me out and I'll split off at the interstate... it's a half mile past there on the left." He rolls up next to me, and the pump and says "I don't think I'll be able to keep up with THAT!" I said, "No, no man, I'm just cruising today. It'll be fine."
At the first stop light I yell "Visiting from out of town?" [locals know where Beach Girls is at, and don't use maps"
He says, "Yes I just rode in from Ohama". Wow! Think about that for a second.... wouldn't it suck to loose your keys 2 hours away and have NO CLUE where they went or who has them?? Many call these things coincidences, I call it miraculous. So, I did the christian thing to do, gave him back his keys and then lead the way to the nudie bar.... hahahahaha... I peeled off at my exit, honked and waved him toward boobies, he waved back, and thus ends the tale of me doing what I can to unite all cyclists in love and harmony. He seemed like a nice guy, and it's always cool to hook up and ride a bit with a total stranger. I doubt Jesus would have led him to the nudie bar, but, hey, I still made a positive impression for the Busa crew.
- The End
At the first stop light I yell "Visiting from out of town?" [locals know where Beach Girls is at, and don't use maps"
He says, "Yes I just rode in from Ohama". Wow! Think about that for a second.... wouldn't it suck to loose your keys 2 hours away and have NO CLUE where they went or who has them?? Many call these things coincidences, I call it miraculous. So, I did the christian thing to do, gave him back his keys and then lead the way to the nudie bar.... hahahahaha... I peeled off at my exit, honked and waved him toward boobies, he waved back, and thus ends the tale of me doing what I can to unite all cyclists in love and harmony. He seemed like a nice guy, and it's always cool to hook up and ride a bit with a total stranger. I doubt Jesus would have led him to the nudie bar, but, hey, I still made a positive impression for the Busa crew.
- The End
Hootie HOOs!!! 
