Right after he ran for, and lost president, I was driving through Stanley, ID about 60 miles north of one of his wife’s houses. At a little turnout by the river I saw a black Suburban pulling a small black cargo trailer. Big deal. When I got closer I saw two burly men pushing a black no doubt European motorcycle into the trailer, and there were two more men, one burly and one thin. The burly one was holding a black helmet while the thin one in black leathers was brushing his mane of gray hair. John Kerry in the plastic flesh. I honked and laughed. He goes for a ride with security following so he doesn’t have to ride home if him bottom get sore.