Slappy
Well-known member
I had to go out to feed the FJR. After filling I pulled into the local fast food burger establishment for some personal sustinance. As I pull into the lot I see a KTM 690 front and center. I grab the spot next to it and walk in. Standing in line is the only person holding a helmet other than myself. I break the ice with, "Let me guess, you own the KTM outside." That was it. For the next 30+ minutes we shot the poop about his KTM, my FJR, whats next so on and so on. Who else in this world can you walk up to a complete stranger, hold a pleasant conversation and not know anything about that person. You just gotta love it.