I forget the kind of bikes he was wearing. I don’t remember a hog, maybe a vintage Indian or something like that. I hope one day you can meet him too. He was sweet, very nice every time we talked.
Sorry, I meant the bike he was riding. He was a t-shirt and plaid wearing guy in those days. Not very charismatic; he seemed to be the kind of guy you would have to flirt with first. I don’t think he would give the winning bid for a pie a girl had made for charity to show he liked her. He was low key and unassuming.