Yesterday I was at the gas station putting a small puff of air in my tires after getting my bike out for the first time this year. In a span of 10 seconds this 70-year-old guy gets out of his Jeep and wants to “thank me” on behalf of his massive Harley chapter and shakes my hand and then proceeds to kiss my bike’s tank gas cap. I’m totally taken aback and was so caught off guard I didn’t know how to respond. Guy ended up being a super nice guy in town for a fishing trip. We had a great conversation, but…what a way to greet a stranger. Now that I think about it, I think the lip marks are probably still on there. Where’s my microfiber?